Summoning Rakushel
It was the second night since arriving in this other world, and I decided to test my skills again.
"Goddess Summon!"
With the incantation, the entire room lit up in a blinding glow.
As the light converged, there sat Rakushel, perched cutely on the bed.
Success—but my head was spinning a little. I felt kinda queasy, like I'd had a few drinks and was lightly buzzed.
But damn, she was really here. I was totally shocked. This could be a killer party trick at the year-end bash.
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Rakushel looked surprised too, glancing around the room.
"No enemies desuu. Why'd you use summoning magic?"
That irritating speech pattern from yesterday was back.
"Because your explanation didn't convince me at all."
"Convince you about what, exactlyyy?"
"Everything, but let's start with the basics. The World Walker's Guide is a pain in the ass to use. Make it display in mid-air like a character sheet so I can read it easily. And cut the damn lead feature article."
"That's a great idea! I'll get right on it. But I'm not cutting the feature, okayyy~?"
She raised her index finger with a "Meh!" gesture. Her breasts jiggled softly. My brain jiggled right along with them.
"N-next up. When we got to this world, Mizuki's and my hair colors changed."
"That's because you've adapted to the other world, you know? The environment's totally different from your original one."
"I see." I couldn't tear my eyes away from her chest. Even her breathing made them sway faintly.
"Yes. And a little bit of Mizuki's ideal you, and Mash's ideal Mizuki, is reflected in you both. It's my blessing."
"Sounds more like a curse. So you're saying I've become a bit more to Mizuki's taste? Hate to say it myself, but no matter what you add to a middle-aged guy, he's still a middle-aged guy!"
Staring at those tits to recover my HP.
"If you can't grasp what's happened to you, think about Mizuki's changes instead."
"Yeah, Mizuki does seem cuter now. But that's not the case for me—she still hates my guts."
"That's not true at all. Mizuki's got her own stuff going on."
She let out a smug nfuu~. Her breasts jiggled again.
"Hard to believe."
"Then here's proof. It's kinda hard to say, but... um, that thing of yours—your, y'know, down there—it's gotten a teensy bit bigger."
She was about to drop some bombshell but held back. Still, it burned into my brain.
Rakushel was pointing right at my crotch. I followed her gaze down. From all that breast observation, it was at full mast. But I couldn't tell if it was actually bigger. Rakushel was staring too. Her half-said words echoed in my head on repeat.
Wait—I'm exposing my erection to a woman right now.
"Is that your max, Mash? Seems a tad smaller than average..."
"Nooooo! Don't look!"
I curled up into a C-shape, clamping down on my buddy—who sometimes wouldn't even peel back fully—to hide it.
My greatest pride was shattered by this boob witch.
"I-I'm so, so sorry! What have I done...? Ahem. Anyway, just ask her yourself later, okay? Any more questions?"
Rakushel dodged with an exaggerated cough. I wanted to forget it all too.
Let's get back on track. Right—talk about Rakushel's breasts.
"Next... uh, your breasts—no, wait. Questions. Right, three sizes."
"I told you that's a secret desuu~."
Now she covered them with her arms. Pressed by her forearms, they jiggled pyon.
I'm at my limit.
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"Have you been drinking? You're totally different from yesterday?"
Rakushel asked. I hadn't touched booze, but I knew something was off ever since the summon.
"You think? I'm the same as always."
No real meaning behind it—just bluffing.
"You might not realize it, but you were the type who pretends not to care while sneaking peeks at boobs, all pervy on the sly. But today... you're just staring, aren't you?"
She nailed my true nature. I scrambled for an excuse, but nothing came.
Rakushel measured my size for me and even exposed my hidden fetish. Gotta repay her. Right—boobs.
"I wanna touch 'em." Slipped right out.
"Eek! W-what are you saying?!"
I shoved aside her arms covering her chest and grabbed both tits. Unbelievable softness—my fingers sank in. Then the springy resilience pushed back like ripples.
"Mash! Nooo! You'll really become a criminal desuu~!"
"It's fine. Sadly, Rakushel doesn't exist in this world. So whatever I do to you doesn't count as doing anything."
"Ugh, smart guys are the worst."
I pushed her down onto the bed. Kept groping.
She tried to shove me off, but my strength won out.
"Wanna grope 'em bare."
"S-such a...!"
I ripped open the top half of her outfit.
Two glorious mounds exposed, topped with cute pink nubs perched adorably.
My hands latched on. Silky smooth texture.
Squeezed from below, savoring the shape and shifts.
Buried my face in the cleavage. Tit pressure crushed my face.
"Th-this is the legendary..." I shook them pafu pafu against my face, reveling in the sensation.
"Ufufu, snap out of ittt~."
I lifted my face and latched onto the tip of her right breast.
"Ahhn!" Rakushel let out a moan. Hearing it ramped up my excitement.
Rolled it with my tongue. Rakushel gripped my head with both hands, pressing me into her chest.
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"Rakushel."
I pulled away from her breast. Her hands still rested on my head.
"Y-yes? But please, call me with a title if you could."
"I'm all riled up. How about you?"
Her resistance fading made me feel cocky.
"Uu, it's so wrong, but this virgin's making me feel amazing desuu~."
"H-how'd you know I'm a virgin?!"
"I'm a goddess, remember? Plus, you get all fidgety talking to me or Mizuki. She notices too, y'know."
Embarrassing. I'd never hidden it well. Massive HP drain.
"Tch, you're too easy. I get more fired up if you resist more."
"Don't say such mean things so casually! It's your fault—my palace in the Garden of Eden is so boooring desuu~."
Bored, huh? That's why she made that insane skill list and thick-ass guidebook.
"Whatever. Back to your tits now. Other side next."
"Right away."
Rakushel guided my head to the peak of her left breast. As my lips touched, she leaked another moan.
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Suckling her breast, I groped her lower half carelessly.
"D-down there is too much..."
Ignored her, rubbing over her panties.
"Don't be so rough. Gentler, please."
Over the panties, the feel was muffled.
They were damp, so she was feeling it.
Grabbed the panties and yanked them off.
"Eek! No more, really!"
As I peeked at her crotch, my vision warped.
"My fingers... descending to the golden field? W-wait, interference... huh...?"
I had no clue what I was saying. My speech was slurred.
Like someone shook my brain directly. Consciousness warping. Nauseous.
Like that rough boat ride from childhood—seasick. But way worse.
"Ra... kushel...? Did you... do something to me...?"
"Yeah, I figured something was off. It's mana intoxication. You're out of MP, Mash. You burned most of it summoning me, then kept me here and drained the rest. I asked if you were okay, but obviously not, righttt~?"
I collapsed onto the floor. Rakushel sat up, fixed her clothes, then knelt to check on me.
Her hand touched my cheek, stroked my head. Felt gentle.
Vision narrowing fast. Consciousness fading.
But thanks to it, my boob obsession eased a bit.
"Right—the Demon King we were supposed to beat was defeated 100 years ago."
Rakushel said something back, but I couldn't make it out.
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I woke not in the morning, but closer to noon.
I'd passed out on the floor. No Rakushel, but my right hand clutched her panties.
Pure white lace with embroidery—high-class stuff.
Staring at them confirmed last night really happened.
Thinking back on everything since arriving in this world.
My actions were blatantly off.
Old me thought lewd stuff but never said it. Hyper-aware of how women saw me, terrified of rejection, acted to hide my true feelings, protected by weird pride that made no sense to others.
But here? Harassing Mizuki with near-sexual comments, telling the guild receptionist to hook me up, and even with mana sickness, nearly raping Rakushel.
Thoughts the same, but actions totally different.
Adapting to the other world, like she said?
Wonder if she's mad. Feels like she'll be fine.
"Alright—level up, boost my mana, summon Rakushel again."
Wanna apologize. And if possible, go all the way.
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Remembered her saying I'd become a bit to Mizuki's taste.
Wanted to check my face, but no mirror.
Remembered my smartphone in storage—pulled it out.
The one from the train commute, somehow fully charged. Fired up the camera app.
Yeah, hair's greenish. Face maybe a tad sharper? Still a middle-aged dude, though.
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One more thing to check.
"The World Walker's Guide."
Incanting the spell brought up a monitor in mid-air like a character sheet, displaying the book. Rakushel worked fast.
Slide my hand, pages turned—like an e-book.
Checked the cover. The lead feature had ballooned by 200 pages or so.
Kept flipping. Endless feature article—never reached the city info.
"Need search and page-jump functions."
I gently closed The World Walker's Guide.