| Author: SS Samurai | Original Source: Syosetu |
| Translator: rm31439 | English Source: Re:Library |
In the original, this and the next chapter are numbered 607.5 and 607.75. I have no idea what the author intended with this, especially since there was no chapter 607 previously, though a comment at the end indicated that they wanted to keep it to one chapter originally.
“I’m looking forward to dinner!”
“Right, same here.”
After the gathering, Rir and I had returned to our room. Still… what did she mean earlier with something special? I was super worried about the stuff Kanata told us, but right now I couldn’t get that out of my head. Besides, would she do that to celebrate each time we won one of the tournaments…? The though almost made me gulp.
“Everyone makes their own lunch, right?”
“I think so.”
“You can look forward to my cooking, then.”
“Right.”
In Anazumu, Rir and I spent practically every day together. Or rather, we’d been together since we first met. While I was getting used to it, I never seemed to get enough of seeing her body. This was probably my nature as a man. Not that I had anything to feel guilty about. Having these kinds of expectations didn’t make me a degenerate.
“I’ll start by giving you a massage then, Shuu!”
“Sorry for the trouble.”
I took off most of my clothes and she had me lay down. Her massage techniques had become as skilled as those of a professional before I knew it. Just when did she learn them…? This was a good time to ask.
“Hey… Rir…”
“Hm? What is it, Shuu?”
“When did you… phew… become so skilled at massages?”
“Woof, while you were training with your mechanical opponents. I came up with the idea when I was pondering what I could do for you as you were training so much. I even ended up getting a skill.”
“I see.”
She’s always doin’ stuff for me, always… What a great wife. There probably ain’t a better one out there. Though we ain’t exactly married yet… She seems up to it… and I’d like to tie the knot sooner than later. Still, gotta finish university to become a career policeman…
Anyway…
“Woof, no matter how often I touch them, your muscles are amazing. Enchanting.”
“Th-Thanks for sayin’ that.”
She vigorously kneaded my legs, but… when she pressed down on my shoulders, it felt both firm and soft. I didn’t expect it to feel so nice.
“Woof, I’m almost done with the massage.”
“Mh, this seriously feels amazin’. Thank you!”
“Woof, I can do this whenever you want.”
A short time later, it ended. She’d been at it without a break for almost three hours and had even done acupuncture and moxibustion. I was genuinely shocked. But more importantly, it felt so soft when she massaged my feet, and her smooth legs were exquisite when she straddled me.
Geez, what’s goin’ on with me today? I just can’t forget what she said earlier.
For now, I could probably think of it as a good thing, since she spent three hours nonstop on it.
“Oh, it’s almost time for lunch,” Rir commented, as she checked the time, finding that it was a bit past 11 am, and then left for the kitchen.
“Right.”
I wonder what she’ll be makin’. I’m lookin’ forward to it.
“I’ll be cooking omurice today! From what Alim said, we’ll be having steak for dinner.”
“Right! Huh…?”
When I looked at her, it felt like something was off. The way Ayumu made this apartment-like room, you could see the kitchen from the living area and vice versa.
Right now, Rir was in the kitchen, but… something about her looked strange. Under the apron, her shoulders, collarbone and chest were bare.
Oy, don’t tell me…
To see if my hunch was correct, I had to enter the kitchen.
“H-Hey, Rir.”
“Woof? What is it?”
Rir, who was cutting vegetables, even though she could’ve just made pre-cut ones with Ayumu’s make-anything-machine (though it needed to be said that everyone in this house cut their vegetables), stopped her hands and turned to me.
The moment I entered the kitchen, I was greeted by a sight to behold. She wasn’t wearing anything except for the apron and black, knee-high socks.
“R-Rir?”
“I-Is something wrong?”
“Why are you naked under that apron?”
“…Woof.”
She fidgeted in apparent embarrassment.
I-If she’s so embarrassed by it, why’d she do it…? I mean, it’s a feast for my eyes, but still…
“Shuu, I didn’t just study up on massage techniques and sports medicine while you were working hard…” she explained as her face turned bright red. “I-I learned about… uhm, Japan’s culture… various aspects of it. Among that, this was something I could easily do… I thought it might make you happy.”
Even if it’s for my sake, she’s doin’ way too much. I never wanted her to go that far.
…Nah, that last part was a lie.
“F-Feel free to do whatever you want. I-I’m confident I can keep cooking as long as you keep it to touching me! But if you go further than that…”
“H-Hey, Rir, is that what you meant earlier by something special?”
“Woof? Well, not exactly, though it’s part of that,” she commented as she turned around and went back to her cooking.
On her back, everything was on display.
Not good, this feels completely different than takin’ a bath or spendin’ the night together. What’s the right thing to do now?


















































































