Niar (3)
"This place is a real surprise. I figured if it was Cali, he'd pick some totally uncool restaurant."
"It's not like I'm broke or anything, so why would I...?"
Though it was a bit funny that Rosaria was the club president, yet I was the one opening my wallet.
But since I earned more, we'd let that slide.
Honestly, I wasn't so clueless that I couldn't even reserve a decent restaurant in the capital.
"I've never been to a place like this."
Yuria would feel that way, of course.
These days her funds were comfortable from selling her art, but originally things hadn't been so easy for her.
Come to think of it, hadn't she said it was her first time even when we went to that café last time?
"From now on, go ahead and splurge a little on things like this. You've got that kind of leeway."
Eating like this every single day would be pure insanity, of course.
But treating yourself once in a while wasn't bad at all.
It wasn't as if money was tight, and a person needed to spend some of it if they wanted their happiness level in life to go up.
"Coming from you, Cali, I doubt you'd actually show up—you'd just complain about reservations and all the hassle."
"Then how do you even know about this place?"
"...Yeah, how do you know? You've been acting all amazed this whole time."
I felt wronged.
Of course Rosaria wasn't entirely off the mark—I didn't frequent places like this much.
But wasn't it weirder to come often in the first place?
...Okay, I do feel a little guilty.
Back before enrollment, after finishing a manuscript under a brutal schedule and wondering if there was anything to help me heal, a staff member at the inn where I was staying had told me this place was famous, so I'd come once and learned about it.
Even so, there was a reason the prices were high and the reservations were a pain.
This world had never left me particularly dissatisfied when it came to food.
But here it went beyond that—it was closer to true gourmet dining than anything I'd eaten back on Earth.
Come to think of it, even back there I almost never did expensive dining out like this.
Honestly, chicken and beer was sex.
Thinking about anything beyond that was just too much of a hassle.
But when I'd said that to Yuria, I hadn't meant it purely about food—I'd meant that since she had money to spare, living while spending it made the heart feel freer.
With her skill, the cash would keep coming in steadily anyway.
"Well, you know..."
Rosaria said that as she popped a piece of meat into her mouth and made a blissful face.
It seemed to have been braised in wine; it had just the right chew while still being tender, crumbling apart in a way that made the whole mouth happy.
Ah—personally this kind of dish was right up my alley, so I was enjoying it too.
"I thought the Academy food was already good, but there are some terrifyingly delicious dishes out there..."
"Well, the Academy has to cook huge volumes all at once, so even skilled people have a hard time showing their full ability. Thinking about it that way, our cooks are incredible too."
Academy food easily beat every school lunch or cafeteria meal I'd ever had.
Personally I had cheap tastes—I preferred modern food that was spicy, sweet, salty, and packed with umami.
The fact that even someone like me was giving it this kind of evaluation was proof of how good it was.
"That's true, but we don't really need to know the behind-the-scenes. When we're the ones eating, of course the stuff outside is going to taste better."
"Yeah... Anyway, my mouth's happy, so my mood's lifting. Orca, does it suit your taste?"
"Uuum? Uuuu!"
Sorry—I won't talk to you, so just keep eating hard.
Seeing Orca with her cheeks stuffed full, expressing pure happiness, somehow made me feel bad for having spoken to her.
Just in case, I'd ordered double the number of people, so eat as much as you want.
"Anyway, thanks everyone for the whole semester. Somehow we ended up managing the manga hall or whatever it is, and it was a lot of work. Especially thanks for all the effort during the exhibition last time."
"No matter how I look at it, Cali's the real club president."
"I only lent my name in the first place, but this seat's uncomfortable, so hurry up and become a second-year so you can take it."
"Got it."
Thinking back, a lot had happened in the half-year I'd been attending the Academy.
First, because of the manga I'd drawn, a culture of nipple masturbation and showing it off had sprung up at the Academy.
A culture of walking around with womb tattoo stickers had appeared.
And of course the three here, plus Nia—I'd laid hands on them, so I was currently straddling a full four legs.
I shouldn't have reminisced.
Fuck, what the hell have I even been doing for half a year?
But it was hard to truly regret it when every single memory was a good one.
Just looking at the rough lineup made my head spin.
"What are you thinking so hard about?"
"...That the half-year I spent with you all was fun?"
"Hmmm, it might be a fun thought, but it doesn't seem like an ordinary one."
"Ugh...!"
Yuria smiled as she casually tapped my crotch with her foot under the table.
At some point during the reminiscing, my cock had gotten massively hard.
Honestly, fuck, all four of them were so damn hot that reminiscing made getting hard inevitable.
"This isn't the club room. Just quietly eat your food."
"Yeees."
Thanks to Rosaria stopping her, it didn't go all the way to a dangerous moment.
But afterward, when someone suggested we head to the club room for a whole different kind of after-party, a chill ran down my spine.
No, seriously, fuck—why did they keep wanting to do lewd stuff as a whole club ever since that incident last time?
In a World Where Erotic Comics Are Legal
"Nnngh..."
"Stuck on the new work prep?"
"A little? I'd be lying if I said there weren't some stretches that feel hopeless. But it's always like that."
"Hmmm... How's the food?"
"Delicious. Breakfast from Rosaria is always delicious."
So you really didn't need to go full naked apron just for seasoning, you know.
At least her chest was small enough that it was manageable—if it had been big, the sideboob would have been fully on display and I wouldn't have been able to endure it.
Of course, that huge ass of hers was already swaying her rear view so obscenely that it was hard enough as it was.
"Haa, vacation really is the best. I get to monopolize Cali."
"You say that, but you're going to head back to your main house soon, right?"
"...Yeah, that's true."
Even if it had become routine for Rosaria to come find me every vacation because she liked me so much, the time had come when she needed to return home.
So ideally around now I thought we should talk about how I'd gotten Rosaria pregnant...
"Just give me a little more time."
"Why, is Ria actually scared?"
"I'm not scared. Was I ever the type who lived by listening to my family anyway?"
"True, you weren't."
But even so, when it came to a grandchild, wasn't that a pretty big deal?
Ria seemed to want to tell them next vacation if possible.
By then her belly would be massively swollen—was she planning to just brazenly push it through as an obvious pregnant woman they couldn't mess with?
I was one crazy bastard myself, but sometimes looking at Rosaria made me wonder if I was the mild-flavored one.
"The second we get there I'll slam my head on the floor, so tell me when you're going."
"I'm the one who tricked you into getting me pregnant, so why would Cali be the one slamming his head?"
"I wanted to impregnate you anyway."
"........."
Fuck, if you look at that ass and don't feel like impregnating her, you're a eunuch.
It wasn't responsibility without pleasure—it was responsibility with pleasure, so I was full of the will to take it on.
Surely they wouldn't go so far as to kill their son-in-law.
Thump thump thump!
Right in the middle of talking with Rosaria about the child, a sudden knocking came from outside the door, so I went to check.
No one should be coming—what was going on?
"I'll go look."
"Uh, uh..."
Obviously Rosaria in her naked-apron state couldn't go answer the door.
I opened it alone, and standing there was a pretty, busty little beauty whose silver hair faded into pink at the tips.
...Fuck, that outfit isn't even lingerie, so why is the middle punched out in a heart shape?
The design looked like it was begging me to bury my cock in her cleavage.
"Um, who are you...?"
"You are Cali de Gladis, correct?"
Only when she beamed and spoke in that cute voice did I belatedly realize who was standing right in front of me.
Fuck, the voice is Nia's?
That's supposed to be Nia?
If I chalked the hair up to a wig, the rest of the physical features were similar to the Nia I knew.
But how could just changing the hair a bit and adjusting the makeup create this much difference?
Seeing her turned into a completely different person left me flustered.
"I came to deliver this."
On the small slip of paper was written where we would meet tomorrow.
So she'd managed to make time somehow.
Since we'd promised to hang out together during the vacation, the day to fulfill that promise had arrived.
Looks like tomorrow I'd have to pause the writing a bit and play with Nia.
"Thanks, Ni— wait, no. What should I call you?"
"Please call me Niar."
Niar, huh.
It had the original name stuck right on the front, so I'd wondered if that was okay.
But honestly, even muttering that name while looking at this face, it didn't match at all, so it felt fine.
"Then I'll call you Ar. Nice to meet you, Ar."
"Yes, I'll be looking forward to it."
Hearing that voice suddenly use polite speech felt weird.
The original tone had always been cute, so it wasn't awkward.
It just made me focus even more on how much cuter it felt, I guess?
"Who was it? I heard a girl's voice."
"Uh..."
I couldn't exactly say it was Nia.
No matter how trustworthy Rosaria was, that information wasn't mine to share freely.
I needed to roughly cover it...
"A kid I happened to meet in the capital last time. I helped her out with something, so she said she'd treat me to a meal as thanks."
"...Treating you to a meal? I don't get the meaning."
"She probably doesn't know I'm that well-off. She just knows me as Cali."
"Hmmm... That makes me uneasy. Are you bringing home another one?"
"Huh!?"
"From that reaction, she must be a girl you like quite a bit?"
Actually Nia had already long since passed that level...
I had no choice but to avoid Rosaria's gaze.
She just laughed and told me it was fine, so go properly dote on her and come back.
"It's already a settled matter, right? I told you I don't care about your relationships with other women anymore."
"Yeah, thanks."
"Instead, after you spend time with that girl... I'll cover you so thoroughly with myself that you won't even remember her. You'd better brace yourself."
That sounded even scarier...!?