Lonely Attack on the Different World (WN)

Chapter 347

Day 82 – Morning, White Weirdo Inn

I’m being scolded. Put flatly, stretched wide and evenly across the horizon, this is what people would plainly call a sermon.

Even though it had been a wonderful bunny-style love-love cuddle session, now I’m getting a lecture? What could possibly have been wrong with the tentacles? Even though they clearly enjoyed them? Were the bumps the issue? Even though she was happily wrapping her lips around them? Compared to the standard model, our new knobby, ribbed, mushroom-tipped Tentacle-san outperformed it by more than triple in all sensual metrics, so what exactly is the complaint? She passed out looking very satisfied, with such a deeply pleased face during the tentacle time? But if I’m getting a sermon, I guess the tentacles still have the room for improvement

The combination of effects from ?Sexual Techniques? and ?Sensitivity Increase?applied to the bumpy-type tentacles synergized, fully immersing them in the overwhelming sensations with such heightened sensitivity and emotional intensity that they was savoring every second of it with such ecstatic responsiveness, it turned into a cascade of deep, tearful joy, profound delight, and heartfelt awe, but they are still getting mad at me? Let’s increase the number of available shapes and bump configurations to salvage some of the Affectation Rating. So far, I’ve only created 78 prototype variants of differently shaped tentacles, but it looks like I’ll need to keep refining and test-running them until there are no complaints left. Next up was the frilly flared model, I think?

While getting scolded, I secretly practiced the vibration of the new-type tentacles at the back, shifting them into new configurations of lumps and folds, resulting in something slightly obscene, but it looks like they have some serious impact. And this gouged-out tip looks pretty good too. Let’s go with this tonight!

As the scolding duo still can’t get up, since their waists seem to have given out, I place high recovery mushrooms right into their mouths. From experience, the scolding stops until they swallow them but once they recover, the sermon continues even harder than before. Better make my escape while I still can.

?Today is a day off, so how about a tour to my sweet cave home in the forest, that I’ve been postponing all this time? Slime-san hadn’t been there yet either, and for Dancing Girl-san, it was her first time in the Frontier and her first inn, so of course she’d want to see her first cave too, right? And, well… That place is kind of my home? Sort of??

Right, that was supposed to be my place. I was supposed to be like coming and going into the town every now and then, but that cave is where I belong, yet I haven’t been back in a long while. How strange.

There were supposed to be two paths. And in either one, my place was in that cave.

Yes, if the classmates had joined forces to survive in this world they would’ve departed to the various corners of the world as numerous heroes, and I as a production class would’ve stayed in that cave, taming monsters by myself. And perhaps someone who was meant to handle domestic affairs in this world.

But someone chose to pursue strength, stealing the lives and abilities of classmates. And in the end, was meant to fight me to the death in that cave, lose all his power, and die together with me.

And here I strayed off to some completely different path, but thanks to that I encountered these three.

So I should introduce them to my cave home.

(Jiggle-Jiggle!)

Slime-san had been looking forward to it even before the war, but never got to go, so it looks really happy now. Dancing Girl-san seems excited too, so I’ll probably need to rebuild the swing as a two-seater.

In the cafeteria, hungry children and minors were eagerly waiting. Under the control of ?Wisdom?, using multi-perception and parallel thought for magic-based individualized process splitting, I prepared several dishes at the same time: omurice taking shape through multiple stages, hamburg steaks and meatballs being grilled, napolitan and karaage getting cooked through. Naturally, mushrooms included. The Orphans and Elven Little Sister both seem to be in full physical health now, but just to be safe, let’s add mushrooms anyway.

?It’s a kids’ lunch, ketchup-loaded, crimson-colored, an orphan-lunch special~. Enjoy~?

????Let’s dig in!????

All the meals are ones I’ve cooked before, so it’s just simple, instant, parallel cooking. Honestly, it was making this kid’s lunch plate that took the most effort. There are some idiots who just dumped everything into buckets, but I actually made proper plates for each person. Slime-san is waiting with both a plate and a bucket ready. The Demon Scythes are also joining us for breakfast, but seeing giant scythes eating kid meals is pretty surreal.

It was probably that first omurice I ever fed the Orphans that made them fall in love with ketchup. Back then, they were all skin and bones, worn down and sick. So I cooked the rice in milk, packed it full of medicinal mushrooms, pretty much a tasteless recovery food that only barely passed as omurice. It wasn’t even all that tasty, since the priority was nutrition and healing. And yet, even now, whenever I ask what they want to eat, it’s always something with ketchup.

So I went ahead and made everything at the same time, hamburg steak, omurice, meatballs, and napolitan. It ended up bright red.

The girls are busy training and testing the new equipment, so they’re heading into the dungeons again today. I’ve asked them to trial-run the prototype of the reinforced armor. It’s a new design that not only boosts overall performance, but also has a higher quality and number of magic effects, plus, with drastically improved mobility, it’s way easier to move in… But the shape ended up hugging the body just a little too well, it’s kinda sexy and form-fitting, so they’ll probably try it on somewhere without any guys around.

Leaving the cleanup to them I head into the town. It’s Dancing Girl-san’s first time shopping with her own money. They get proper allowances based on their work, so the whole point is to have fun wasting it.

This Frontier town has more goods than the Royal Capital, and better quality, too. The lively atmosphere is on another level. Rough dirt roads have been paved flat with stone, and the houses and shops that were just stacked-up rocks are now all changed to well-maintained neat white walls. Even things like wood and paint, which used to be in short supply, are now circulating, and with all the newly hung, colorful signs, the town feels truly vibrant. Trees have even been planted along the stone walkways, giving the place a touch of charm. We stroll down the park avenue with its little plazas, benches, and fountains. Some streets and shop layouts have changed since last time, but there’s no way I’ll get lost, I mean, I was the one who made this, you know? Like, everything from the blueprints? It brought quite a profit!

And just like always, the General Store was crazy crowded. The clerk at the end of the long line at the register looked over at me with teary eyes, so I had ?Magic Hands?-san call down a restocking rain from the warehouse, flooding every single shelf in the store. I went ahead and set up the extra delivery stock for display too, so all that’s left is the register, but that’s not my problem, so let’s leave it be. The orphan squad should be showing up soon to help out anyway.

Inside the store, packed to the brim with people, Dancing Girl-san weaved through the crowd like she was dancing, slipping through narrow gaps without bumping into anyone, grabbing items and tossing them into her basket as she went. She still doesn’t have all the daily essentials yet, so she’s super busy with shopping. Of course, Avarice-san is also giggling happily while picking out clothes and grabbing bags, meanwhile, Gluttony-san is busy bouncing from place to place trying out the food outside. Slime-san is already buying stuff at the stalls like it’s no big deal? And it’s even haggling!

I’ve handed them plenty of pocket money, adding extra for yesterday’s Bunny Club, so they are buying one thing after another as soon as it catches their fancy. Almost all of it is stuff I made during my side job time, so honestly, they already had most of it in their rooms, but it can’t be helped, there is its own enjoyment in buying it in the store. Now the two of them are holding clothes in both hands, calculating how much allowance they have left and struggling to decide.

Armored Pres-san and Dancing Girl-san are holding up outfits to each other, wondering which ones to get, chatting and laughing with arms full of clothes. This might take a while.

Technically, they’re earning their own money from the dungeons, so I could give them as much allowance as they wanted. But shopping is only fun because you get to fret over what to buy. They’re both deep in discussion, trying to make up their minds, and that’s the fun part. Well, everything they’re holding right now was actually handmade by me during a bunch of sleepless nights. So if they asked, I could just make the exact same stuff for them again, but they seem to be having fun.

And then, I take the two back, walking down the same road we came, but with them now arms full of bags and satisfied smiles. Let’s drop the baggage off in the inn room first. I could put it all in the item bag for them, sure, but since they bought this stuff themselves, they’ll want to have it in the room to use it or wear it whenever they feel like it. Yeah, let’s make rooms for the three of them in the forest cave. It’s everyone’s home after all.