Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Outing (1)
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The next morning.
Chirp! Chirp chirp! Chirp!
I woke up under an unfamiliar ceiling and muttered to myself.
"An unfamiliar ceiling."
If it had been the moldy one I knew from back home, I'd have grumbled, "Ah, fuck, it was just a dream," boiled some instant ramen from the cupboard, and posted some crap on the community boards like [Gal who dreamed of getting isekai'd into an eroge, anyone relate?] while cracking up.
Shaking off those idle thoughts, I turned my head to check the time on the clock's second hand.
'7:50...?'
I double-checked the time, doubting my eyes.
And for good reason.
'I didn't crash until 4 a.m. last night...'
I'd stayed up jotting down info and guides for every game Ero Villain ever made, dozed off way too late.
That was around 4 a.m.
You might wonder what's the big deal, but normally four hours of sleep leaves you wrecked...
'But my body's fine.'
More than fine—fully recharged.
What the hell?
Sure, it could be a fluke, but I still don't know everything about this body.
Considering Takuya's stamina and virility as depicted in the eroge, there might be more to it.
Of course, nothing like that showed up in Takuya's memories.
If there's a secret, even he probably doesn't know it.
'I'll look into it later.'
With that in mind, I sat up and opened the notes I'd made yesterday.
[Ero Villain's flagship series: roughly 5 titles.]
1. Legend of the NTR Man.
2. Fantasia: The Elf Seeking the Fruit of Illusion Becomes Lewd.
3. Hypnosis Breeding Uncle.
4. She Becomes Vulgar in the Gym Storage.
5. Lewd City Ghost Story Series.
Masterpieces that make your pants tighten just looking at them.
Three were NTR, but all hailed as classics.
What about Lewd Mama? you ask.
It's hot, sure, but not flagship status.
Just a solid seller.
Anyway, these five are the big ones; total games across series hit around twenty.
True to a company cranking out eroge since the 2010s, the lineup's massive.
Which means post-Lewd Mama scenarios are near impossible to predict.
Info's too scarce.
But it's not totally useless.
I learned at least one thing.
Actually, more than one.
[Hidden Pieces & Treasures]
Digging through memories yesterday netted me intel on hidden pieces across Lewd Mama and other series.
Handy having a good memory like always.
'Though the downsides outweigh it.'
Anyway, the haul:
[Aphrodisiac]
[Modified Sailor Uniform]
[Reverse Bunny Girl]
[Strap Swimsuit]
[Stamina Recovery Potion]
[Virility Booster]
And so on.
Modern setting with this stuff? Why not.
That's the RPG Maker charm.
Convenience stores—er, supermarkets or corner shops here—sell aphrodisiacs in this world. Don't overthink it.
Anyway, today's plan: scour the village by bike, check if these hidden pieces really exist based on the info.
Takuya roamed everywhere, so the layout's burned in.
Mode of transport? Bike, obviously—not walking.
No mouse-click fast travel here.
Kid stamina or not, legs cramp, blisters form on long walks.
Better with wheels.
In short: bike tour of the village.
It's about 8 now, so breakfast then head out.
As I mulled this over—
[Takuya! Breakfast!]
Yuka called from downstairs, perfect timing.
I yelled back Coming!, changed, and headed to the kitchen.
First thing I saw upon arrival:
"Oh, Takuya. You're up early today?"
Ayaka, brimming with maternal warmth in her apron, cooking away.
I gave her an awkward greeting.
"Uh, good morning."
"Hehe. Of course. Sleep well, Takuya?"
"Yeah, pretty good."
I went to sit, but the bare table stopped me.
Eagle eyes spotted the utensil bin; I grabbed sets for Yuka, Ayaka, and myself.
There were only Chopsticks— It momentarily made me puzzled seeing no spoons.
'Right. Japan.'
Realizing that, I set them out chopsticks-only, neatly in front of their seats—not beside mine.
'Dinner last night nearly killed me.'
Utensils set, Ayaka paused her cooking, shocked.
"T-Takuya. You did this?"
Her tone made me wonder if I'd screwed up, but I nodded.
Her response? A soft...
Squish~
Hug.
"Hehe. Our Takuya's growing up! Setting the table all by himself."
A loving mother's embrace for her son.
Problems: one, I'm not her son; two, it was more 'violent' than expected.
Violent in sexual and literal senses.
Takuya's build is small, so hugging me buries my face in her chest.
Deeply.
"Mmph! (H-Help!)!"
Now I get why anime protags suffer in boob hugs.
You'd suffocate!
Not that the sensation wasn't nice, separately.
How long was my face smashed in? Then—
"Ayaka, I told you not to smother Takuya with your chest."
Salvation has arrived.
Yuka grumbled; Ayaka chuckled back.
"Can't help it~ He's just so thoughtful!"
She eased up, letting my head breathe fresh air over her sweet scent.
'Gotta do that again.'
Filial piety surged. Bonus.
After a normal breakfast, I told my parents... er, moms I was heading out to play.
Or tried to.
"Perfect timing. I was going to the supermarket. Let's go together."
Yuka's sudden invite threw me.
But no issue, I figured—memories show Takuya and Yuka shopped often.
Skipping might raise flags.
So we headed out together.
"Have fun. Oh, don't forget soy sauce on the way."
"Got it."
Ayaka waved us off; I hopped on the bike with Yuka.
"Hold on tight."
"Yep."
Tandem ride, obviously: Yuka pedaling, me behind gripping her midsection.
Her outfit? Short dolphin shorts and a black crop top not quite reaching her navel.
Basically, I'm grabbing her bare bellied skin
-Gulp.
Skip it and risk suspicion—Takuya groped casually.
Had to touch!
I steeled myself and grabbed her stomach.
'Whoa...'
Rock solid abs. Not chiseled chocolate, but firm 11-lines, womanly perfect.
As I admired inwardly—
"We're off. Grip tight."
"Yes!"
Ding~
We pedaled off, cool rural breeze whipping past toward the local supermarket.
'Feels great~'
Peaceful village wind—I savored it.
So I had no clue.
'Hmm... Suspicious as ever.'
How paranoid Yuka was.
'Time to grill him.'
Or how aggressively proactive.
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[The shop sells everyday items helpful for daily life, beyond those for sexual activities.]
