Laying my head on Anime Girl's thighs after my first meal, gratefulness seeped through my body. Everything. I've done everything to get this far. I survived Ouji, twice, Hohemi, and Negi. Talking and fighting are exhausting. Neither killed me, but lying here, trouble seems transient. The lap pillow hype is real. Many days of my last life, I dreamed of the lap pillow, but now, beneath my head, lies thighs.
I casted a spell to hype myself up to climb. I couldn't foresee it ending in lying my head on Anime Girl's thighs. The fat cushioning pressing against my hair and scalp, the fingers winding through my hair. My face muscles slackened. All my desires fled. I can rest. I believe. I have faith. Now, I can rest.
I am glad was reborn, into this world, and that I cast the Stand spell with the Dio image. It might have turned me into a musclebound Anime Girl. But, this didn't happen. Instead, I have Anime Girl as a Stand now. This is the benefits of a chaotic magic system. Chaotic results. And sometimes, lap pillows.
Otherwise, I couldn't give myself a lap pillow. I felt the sensation of my own head on my own thighs, as well as rested my head on Anime Girl's Stand thighs. My own hand tingled as Anime Girl's hand stroked my head. This is the dream. My eyes closed.
I thought of soup. Food is great. It's been hard. Life is difficult. So very difficult. Breathing is fun.
Besides tangling with adventurers, I also had a week of reading. And training. Then, I ventured out and made some clothes from the skyscraper tentacle. Fought a Wilder. Got snuck up on by a clingy girl. Hit on by a random gold statue.
These clothes. These aren't your average clothes! These are also summons! Stehy saved me from Negi. However, if I didn't cast the clothing spell in the first place, Negi wouldn't have found me. This is the price I paid for leaving the pillow rat tree.
If I had let go of my desires from the start and made myself content imagining my orange pillow rat as breasts, ignored the Tentacle Beam, and lived in the forest, I could have had a much easier life. I also would have been bored.
The thighs cradling my head reminded me, if it ever gets too hard, I can always rest here. After all, I can trust Anime Girl. Even if she betrays me! She'll still look and sound great while betraying me! A beautiful death to a beautiful Anime Girl is worth it!
Although, I have difficulty imagining why she would in the first place. Trust no one. Especially not yourself. Or the Anime Girl lying inside! I opened my eyes. My head will stay on the lap, despite the three new faces around me. I glanced at them suspiciously.
I suppose I can't expect to accept them right away. Even if they are clothing summons, they look like people. But, two are lolis, one bishoujo. Compared to the Wizard me, they are much younger. And, I'm their master! I think. Nakama? No matter what, I'll still wear them. The loafers and scarf are comfortable. Even if they are no good as people, they're still wonderful clothes. I think this gives a whole new meaning to the term 'objectification.' Isn't objectification already done to death when you have existences like Anime Girl figurines? It's an Anime Girl as an object. Real girls need not apply. Real people are complex. They need toliets, food, clothing, an ikigai! A purpose of living! They need attention and—
Okay, I'm tired of my own thinking. If I let myself go on, I might waste the joy given by Anime Girl's lap pillow. And. Anyways. I should have an advantage! Okay. I'm resting. Let's casually talk it out with them.
It's time to sort things out—
「There is a matter of importance to relate。」Stehy said.
"I'll get an update from Anime Girl." I said. And, just like that, I assassinated the conversation. Ha, did you seriously think I would have a conversation longer than ten seconds? I just talked to Ouji! I feel like I want to die and I've already died once!
Anime Girl flashed the memories of what happened to me after I passed out. Such convenience is a luxury of this body. The clothing spell took a toll on my head, so I discarded my left shoe and scarf because they were talking too much. Negi came, I fought back, surviving thanks to Stehy. Then, I passed out.
Anime Girl took control of my body, got my scarf and left shoe. As Stehy suggested during her judgement of Negi, we went to Prince Ouji. He's the choice Stehy made for playing a reasonable person. Negi likely wouldn't have listened to anyone else. Ouji wouldn't have been my first choice, especially since the last he I delivered justice into his face.
The Ouji in my memories ventured for a headpat on Stehy. She blocked.
"Nice block." I commented on my memories out loud. The three girls around me have zero context, but I am too lazy a person to care.
No Ouji headpats my loli. Not before me! I haven't even talked to her properly, and yet Ouji within a minute of meeting her went right to headpatting. This isn't right. It's also not as important as what Negi decided to do, as he was the actual threat here. After Ouji did Ouji-ishness and laughed it off, I watched the conversation between Negi and Ouji unfold.
"She's powerful. She's beautiful. Her clothes look great." Ouji said.
Negi's boyish whine reminded me of a kid trying to win a debate he knew he already lost.
"You can't let a homunculi as strong as this wander around. What about her spell? The Tentacle Beam. She must be another one of Kirei's apprentices. Even worse, she might be his homunculi. This is all his plan. He's going to kill us all."
"If we killed everyone Kirei had dealings with half of Errera would be dead. I'm sure someone much stronger cast that Tentacle Beam. It would take an unprecedented amount of mana. Like the, er, 'loli' said, you have no proof. Do you really see me as the type of person responsible enough to order the death of a girl because she happened to be there? There's plenty of homunculi working in the dregs of city. Some are plenty strong, and, they aren't murdering us all in our sleep. Yet, anyways. What's one more? She might even help us. It would take an actual army to clear out the sewers, and Nephilz doesn't have one. Also, Negi, you attacked first. You didn't even try to talk to her?"
Negi looked down. He was probably intimidated by my beauty. That, and hatred or fear of the power of my spells. Buoyed by his belief he needed to be responsible and save others. All of those sound Negi-ish from what he said to Stehy.
Negi mumbled excuses, and Ouji did Ouji-ish Ouji things and laughed it off. Negi's face humilated, Ouji gave him a backpat, drawing him close and ruffling his hair.
"Get to know her. She's pretty right? She doesn't seem too interested in me, maybe you have a shot. Many girls like younger guys. If you asked any one of those girls in your class, I'm sure you'd be in bed with them before the night was out."
Oh. So the prophecy of the name of Negi is true. He has a harem-class! I want to see them. I want to see them! And then— take them for my own! No, I'm not that greedy. A yuri harem is nice, but even though I want one, and cast a spell for one, I still don't believe it is possible. Maybe, someday. Maybe I'll snatch a few stray ones on the down low when Negi isn't watching.
Ouji gave Stehy a tent, tried to chat me up. I spoke only japanese since Anime Girl was in control. Stehy gave an apology, saying I have a unique speech impediment as an Anime Girl where I lapse into another language from time to time.
From my conversation with Ouji early this morning, seems like he didn't buy into the Anime Girl part. He was calling me a homunculi. Our conversation about Anime no doubt altered his sense of reality a little. I think? Can't tell. Who cares, it's just Ouji. He'll be dead soon from the assassins. Maybe I'll help them, I want to make sure he's fully under the dirt instead of only his head this time.
I did have a rather big conversation with Ouji for someone so reserved like myself. It's rare in an isekai for someone to out themselves as from another world, but, for an autist like me, saying I'm an autist is enough to make me feel like I'm from another world.
I got the jist of what happened. Reluctantly, I stared from my loli loafers to my bishoujo scarf. They were fanned out in front of me, soup bowls empty. I mentally prepared myself. They are pretty girls, yes, very pretty, but! I happen to be one too. We are on the same level! What's more, they are subordinates! They are my OP dream come true, hopefully, so!
Let's do my best. It's just conversation. I learned how to do it over the years. When I was younger, it was a total no-go, I had no idea why anyone said anything and spouted whatever. I still do that, but I feel more confident these days, especially since I can't blame my poor appearance or autist brain for misunderstandings anymore. And, if it gets too annoying, I could have Anime Girl handle it.
"So, let's go around and introduce ourselves. Give a brief overview of your abilities." I said. With my head buried deep in Anime Girl's thighs, I lazily took command. Dantalion from Dungeon Defense would be proud of me. Nai wa. "I'm Wizard, and the ghost beside me is called a 'Stand.' Her name is Anime Girl, she lives inside my mind and is the legal wife."
「I am Stehy。I have zero combat ability。My talents lie in diplomacy and strategy。」
She looked like she was going to leave it there. The loli in brown clothing with brown twintails isn't going to mention the gavel she used on Negi? Looking at Yarko and Niji, I thought it best to leave it a secret. Stehy seems sensible. She was the only quiet one. From the way she talked, I'd trust her judgement over mine. I have no regrets letting my loafer loli loquate for me. I have a severe disadvantage there, why not use a loli? This is what clothing summons are for! And, for now, at least, I'm worried. Out of caution, I'll say nothing. It's not like I'm too tired to bother talking right now.
「Ai oh, danna, oyabun。I'm Yarko。Point me towards what needs dyin'。I got a bat。Your word, my violence。」
A blood coated voice. Yarko's high ponytail bushed out over her shoulders, gray and threaded in wild seams. Her eyes were bright white with pools of light grey in the center. She wore a long black jacket and pants, with a short caplet tied around her shoulders, bountiful chest bound in white strips of cloth. She looks closer to a sister of mine rather than a separate entity. She might get mistaken for a homunculi as well with no irises. Stehy's eyes are human-esque, and she doesn't sound like she about to rip apart a village and bathe in the blood of innocents, so I know what Yarko's good for.
"Sounds good. Good." I'm worried, very worried.
She's the incarnation of chaos. Seems friendly. I'm scared. Time will tell. Anime Girl, keep a close eye on her and report anything to Stehy, okay?
[Dame. Muzukashi.]
It's hard to talk to Stehy?
[Muda da.]
Useless. I think she means something else, so I asked everyone.
"Do any of you speak Japanese?"
And Yarko was the only one to raise her hand. Niji's body shook in the corner of the tent. Stehy shook her head. Yarko can translate Anime Girl's words, but I have to believe Yarko isn't lying. Trust takes time to build. 50 to a 150 hours according to Eric Barker's email. Shit. I don't even know if I trusted my family in my last life. The hurdle is high here.
Yeah, I'm expecting too much too soon. I suppose it might be natural in an isekai for the main character to immediately roll with his perfect harem who are endlessly loyal to him because they either are hopelessly in love with him, slaves, or soon to be in love with him. Despite having zero contact with girls, the stock isekai main character is able to easily take advantage of his abilities and situation to proceed in not having sex. Except in the isekai where he does, and then, it's quickly pushed into the background. Wouldn't want to get in the way of all the wandering around whacking stuff to death and collecting more girls like Pokemon.
It felt weird when I was reading them, "oh hey guys, did you know we were having sex? We still are!" I'm glad for the reminder. That's great. They don't show much of the sleeping or shitting part in isekai. What about an isekai where tons of awesome stuff is happening, but we only see the main character when he goes on the toilet? It's like that. This is the part they would never show in a regular isekai. The hard process of getting comfortable with someone! Realizing your limits as a person! Expanding physical boundaries and opening up for genuine connection! It's too mature. The audience knows they aren't shaping up in real life! That's why they read! Get back to the familiar stuff that the audience knows, like games and porn!
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Well. I say that, but I'm not much better. No, if anything, I'm the absolute worst. I grew, gained power, and still, I'm hanging onto my past with a grip surpassing the boundaries of life and death. As it should be. But, I have to do my best with the girls I have, and my own expectations for them. This is my life, after all. I can't play other's lives for them, and they can't play my life for me. The hurdle for a Yuri Harem is high. Even if I'm probably the only one standing in the way.
What would Yarko say if I was like, "hey, sex?" I'm afraid to attempt. Even if I roll a natural 20, then I'd have to go through with it! Modern society corrupted my soul. Fear of intimacy! Fear of socializing! An extreme desire for safety! All my servants are around me, but do I have the balls to progress my relations with them? Literally? No. Luckily, our relationship doesn't exist yet. I'm safe. For now.
Might as well move on, despair will be waiting for me wherever I go, for sure. I turned my eyes to Niji. She shook. A wavy smile on her face, she was sweating, looking down, her hands were tightened on her dress. I remembered where the dress came from, Yuru Yuri. That's nice. She said nothing. I left her alone. Stehy noticed.
「What about her?」
"Niji looks embarrassed. We'll get to know each other in time, so might as well go slow." I said with my head between Anime Girl's thighs. Stehy eyed me suspiciously. Niji shook less. And with that, I returned them all into clothing form, put on my shoes and scarf, and walked outside into the sun. What a beautiful day. Oh wait, there's people out here too.
I couldn't hear any chatter in my head. That's nice. Yarko read my thoughts, and told me why.
「Anime Girl made a place for us to hang out。She said she wanted to preserve your harmony。」
Convenient. Thanks Anime Girl. Now that I have a pretty full head of people who can read my mind, and a loli who can handle every conversation for me, I can focus on the important parts of life: eating and lazying around.
I already did that for most of my last life though. I suppose my bid at enough power to conquer this world was shortlived. Eh, by next week, I'll be back to my old tricks again, probably blow up Nephilz. Sewers sound fun. Boredom will jolt me out of whatever place I coop up at, I'm sure. There's no way I'm getting a job when I get to Nephilz! I have two standing job offers already, from Imouto and Hohemi. There's no way I'm going with Hohemi, and there's no way I want to work in the first place! I refuse.
I neatly folded my tent into an impressive square. The speed surprised me. Must be an Anime Girl Physics thing. Maybe I'll use it in combat next time? Can I 'fold' an enemy like a tent? That got a good laugh out of me. I glanced around, hoping no one noticed.
Then, I heard the slaps and insults. Bullying? Do I wanna be a hero? Not really. I'll go take a look anyways. My tent is already folded neatly.
There, off to the side of the adventurer's camp, a low elf was ringed by adventurers. They shouted jeers and kicked the low elf, punched the low elf, and made insults. As I approached, I noticed how weak their insults were.
"Low elf. Low life." "The only sex you've had is with homunculi." "Your mother is so fat. I think."
Hohemi did say something weird about insults. "You'll never insult people properly if you don't concentrate on the important parts?" It felt so strange for someone to say that out loud. I completely agreed with her. My insult did suck, I have standards as well, but why call attention to it like that?
As I got closer, the crowd parted. There were halfhearted barks at the low elf echoing out from the adventurers.
"Your magic is weak." "Trim your ears off and call yourself a goblin." A punch by a burly adventurer landed on the low elf. He toppled over, then the adventurer held out a hand to him. "I'm your father."
I'm having serious culture shock here. I knew I am in Nofunlandia, where they seal off imagination at birth, but I didn't think it was this bad. Plus, why? I looked around for Ouji, expecting him here. Nope. Guess he's too nice for this? Or is this some kind of ritual?
See, normally, a character in a scene might ask a random crowd member what was going on, get some exposition, and then events would proceed. But, I'm an autist. I don't like talking to people at all. Not only that, my social battery is super low from talking. I'm not tired, but I felt like sleeping already.
Normally, if a character in an isekai got some summons he'd befriend them or inquire deeply about their abilities and get a full stat readout. But I didn't want to continue the conversation. It's not something I want to do. Even when I asked for battle ability, it was sort of out of the expectation that I was the leader of these girls, so I had to take charge.
That didn't pan out as well as I hoped. Oh well. Guess I'll do the standard. I walked into the center of the group. I pulled the low elf up, and lead the low elf out of the circle by the low elf's hand. I felt resistance from the low elf, and as we exited the ring of adventurers, my hand was slapped away.
"What are you doing?" The low elf asked.
"You were... being bullied." Even as I said it, I realized something was wrong, so it didn't even come out as a question.
"Yeah! They were all paying attention to me! It was great! Without bullying, how could I be happy! No one likes low elves!"
Culture shock increasing. I turned to face the low elf, as the adventurers looked on. From what I know from reading Kirei's tome about low elves... Kirei saved experimenting on them for last, so he could enjoy the music of their tears. That information doesn't help me much here.
"You want to be bullied?" I said.
"It's part of the daily schedule to bully low elves! Everyone chips in! You're ruining this for me! What horrible country are you from where it isn't commonplace to regularly bully low elves! We have rights!"
The adventurer's in the background stared over at us, half-heartedly. Blank eyes. Crossed arms, slouching. It had a sense of boredom to it. Like, church? Or, like a line waiting for an amusement park. Everyone wants it to be over, but they do it anyways. Since I'm not from this world, I don't know. And so, I decided. I'm kind of stressed. Why not?
I slammed my fist into the low elf, knocking him to the ground. A switch flipped.
"You think you can live normally with those ugly spike ears on your head? Why does a creature like yourself think you are allowed to wear clothing? Take it off! Strip! Strip right now!"
A little aggressive on my part. Maybe. I'm releasing some pent up aggression. This is a healthy expression of stress approved of in my new culture. I am adapting to this world's way of doing things. Yarko cheered inside me as I pulled off my scarf, looping it around the low elf's neck. The adventurers surrounded us, murmuring compliments as I progressed.
"What was that move? Did she throw the low elf over herself? Her body arched all the way. That's so cool. I want to try it." "Look at the low elf's face. It's a different color. The passion she's putting into this, it's like this girl really hates low elves!" "Both of them are really pretty. Don't you think there's something nice about this? Two pretty people fighting?" "Shut up. You see her eyes? It's a homunculi!" "A homunculi bullying a low elf? Why? I've never heard of that... she must be faking it." "But, she looks really into it. Look, the low elf is even bleeding! He might even die at this rate!"
I felt an out of body experience as I began stomping the dirty low elf beneath my feet. I took off my left shoe beforehand, didn't want to get Niji involved in this. Cheers started soon after as I crushed the low elf's face into the dirt.
"I want to be stepped on like that!" "You're weird." "What is she wearing on her legs! It looks amazing on her!" "Finish it! Finish it!"
I stopped. The low elf looked up at me, a bruised face, entirely naked. The low elf gave me a thumbs up. The smile on his face creeped me out. Why are you so happy?
"That was the best bullying I've ever had. Thank you. I feel so loved right now."
I stomped him straight on his face once more for good measure. The low elf's body slackened. Cheers erupted as I left. If the situation was different, I might have thought I killed a dragon.
"I'm going to tell everyone! That was so amazing! Did you see that last hit she put in there? It was like she really hated the low elf!" "That's amazing! I can't believe her. She must be an Artist!" "An Artist homunculi? What nonsense." "Why would an Artist beat a low elf? Is this a new performance art?!"
My forehead sought my hand as I wandered off. I want food. Food will make me feel like this isn't such a bad world after all. There's plenty to look forward to. Eh. I should have walked away. My half-hearted desire to play hero and save a low elf from bullying turned into... whatever that was.
I sought out Imouto. Her tent smelled of tentacles, so it was easy to locate. I didn't have the energy— well, more like I didn't feel like talking with her about the tentacles. Ever. But, I procrastinated. I'd rather just eat more, right now. I found her standing on a step stool, stirring a massive cauldron of soup.
"Still hungry?" She said.
"Yeah. Mind if I get six bowls at once this time?" My binge eating is coming back full force right now. It has been revived from the dead memories of my last life.
"Six?"
"Yep."
"That's a lot of food. Won't you get sick?"
"I'm hungry."
Imouto stared down at me. There was an iron glint in the little girl's eyes. Strange. I'm just asking for food. There's a huge pot right here, you look like a doll someone left on the side of a house, there's no way you'll be able to use it all! Let me have the whole thing! Let me fearlessly gorge myself to death!
"Homunculi don't need to eat. You're a weird one. I relented this time because I sensed some hunger from you, but it's gone now. You'll be fine."
What, is there like some sort of magic cooks have where they know how hungry you are? This is rigged! What kind of isekai is this?
"I like eating! Please, please, give me, five! I'll settle for five bowls of soup!"
Imouto's eyelids grew sharp.
"Work."
The word she said shook me to the core. I felt my daitan foundation quake. The difference between us is the same as heaven and earth— with only one word she broke all seven of my Qi channels! I can't cast anything, it's no use, I'll have to use 'that'!
Lifting my leg, I tore off my right shoe and tossed it at ground.
"Go, Stehy! Use Diplomacy!" I said.
My loafer rolled around in the dirt. Et tu, Stehy? Imouto stared at me. She stirred her soup cauldron dutifully.
"Looks are all you have, aren't they?"
"I'll have you know I am a very intelligent person when you get to know me. This is a bad time, is all. Please? Please please please!"
I almost prayed to the little girl. Why am I so desperate? Imouto sighed.
"You're new to my expedition. I wouldn't have taken you in if Ouji hadn't said anything. I gave you food this morning out of the goodness of my heart. If you want more, bring me a Torako. There are plenty in the area."
I quickly got details on this 'Torako.' Snatching up my right loafer, I grinned. Time to hunt. I ripped off my scarf and ran into the forest. This is a good chance. I can see Yarko fight up close, and get food! Jumping from tree to tree, I slipped my right loafer back on as I sprang around. This body is pretty good at those sorts of moves. I'm getting used to it.
「Wizard。Eating too much will make Anime Girl fat。」Stehy admonished me.
Is that why you wouldn't listen? I know I don't have the gym badges to have you listen yet, but at least be on my side when it comes to food!
「You're impulsive, aren't you?」
I doubt it's possible for Anime Girl to gain weight anyways. Let me completely, completely stop caring about anything resembling responsibility or common sense. This is an isekai! I should be living it up with my yuri harem right about now!
「About that...」
I don't want to hear it! It sounds like you're going to say something serious! Please stop! Yarko interjected.
「Anime Girl and I have been talking。She's not comfortable with that sort of thing。I don't mind, though。」
As expected of Yarko. Alright. Anime Girl, I'll win you over to my side! Yuri Harem or bust!
「She wants true love。」
We'll see. I smiled. She's young! What does she know about the endless temptations of the body? There's no way she can remain controlled around so many romantic prospects!
[...]
Don't give me that! Ellipsis are for teenagers!
Anyways. Despite my running in random circles, I found nothing. As expected, hunting a Torako isn't as easy as I thought.
「Throw me down, danna。」My scarf said. I did as Yarko bid.
She appeared, her wild bushy grey hair swaying in the wind. Closing her eyes, she lifted her nose into the air, and sniffed. Her nose jiggled.
「Alright。Follow me。I'll kill it on sight。」
Yarko's hand slid into her cape. She pulled out a long object. A metal bat. Dried blood caked it. What happened? Is that Negi's blood? When did she have the chance? Is Negi dead? Did she sneak off in the middle of the night and bash his head in when I was asleep?
[Dame.] (No.)
Good. Wait, is it? The harem class is confirmed after all, he should die. Ah, I'll do it later. Procrastination is a blessing when it comes to murder. Murdering a Torako for food is fine though. It's not human. I learned from other humans my last life that you can kill as much as you want if you hunger enough.
「Danna。This is。。。」
Is that a japanese ellipsis? I don't even know if those exist! What are you doing, Yarko! You bring shame to yourself as my scarf!
And then, a bear's blunt paw. Slamming into Yarko's face, she toppled back from the blow. She shook her head as the bear wandered out from the forest. Arms crossed. Towering. Bearish. I've seen this before. It was the bear that punched me! Yarko pulled out her bat and charged the bear head on. They exchanged blows, the bear's heat seeking fists away finding their mark on Yarko's face, while the metal bat couldn't touch the bear's fur once. I worried.
"Yarko, stop!" The bear is probably worried about her cubs, like last time. How I stumbled upon the same punching bear twice is a mystery.
She growled in response. Yarko did. I ran into the fight, sneaking up behind Yarko I looped my hands around her waist. Pulling my body backwards with a snap, I performed a move with my body I had only seen on the computer screen. Yarko's head smashed into the dirt, and I released her, performing a special skill on instinct.
The jumping dogeza. My body folded neatly into a mochi in front of the towering arms crossed bear. I don't know how I learned it. Anime Girl Physics is working hard today.
"Please, forgive us!"
"I tell you leave. You no leave. You die." The bear said. Anime Girl's translation felt spot on as the bear growls descended on my ears.
I'd like to think my scarf I summoned from that huge Tentacle Beam could at least handle one bear. Guess not.
"Sorry, sorry, [Gomen nasai]. I want to hunt one Torako, then I'll leave, it's fine, right?"
The bear squinted. I have no idea how I understood the bear was squinting at me, but this too, might be a result of Anime Girl Physics.
"You no leave. You die."
I understand. I grabbed Yarko's thigh, felt the fat there for a second, then ordered her to return to scarf mode. I gave a proper bow to Bear-san before I left. Relying on Anime Girl's pathfinding ability(memory) I was able to return to camp undead.
Last time, that bear made me bleed from a punch to the head. Well, whatever that red was. Strange. I didn't bleed even once in the fight with Negi, yet I felt sure I was going to die if the sword hit my head. I'm not in a hurry to borrow an adventurer's sword so I can test my skull's durability. At the least, Hohemi was able to give me a haircut. So, likely not invincible. Right?
As I returned, Imouto had already packed up. The adventurers had their own tents and gear packed up and stowed away in caravans. I saw the little girl at the head of the group. The cauldron lashed over the back of her small body, entirely full of tentacles. What, does she have super strength, as well as Hunger Detection? She looks like a toothpick caught under the cauldron.
"Expedition, move out!"
Imouto used her kitchen knife like a sword. She pointed the way forward, and everyone moved as one. Somehow, I was expecting Ouji to be the lead here. Guess not.
A completely average male character followed behind Imouto with a huge pack as well, stuffed with tentacles. "Laughing Dragon" was the tavern name, guess I'll go there after the usual adventurer's guild visit. I can't miss that, it's standard. I couldn't see Ouji or any sign of Breasts X, despite looking. I followed behind the adventurers, seeking safety in their numbers from Bear-san. Only you can prevent bear punches. In this case, I'll ride with the pack.