"...What is that?"
"Wasabi."
"Does it taste good?"
Reiza had already seen my magic in action several times, so she didn't freak out. Still, she had clearly never encountered wasabi before. I squeezed a tiny bit onto a piece of soba and handed it to her.
"Wait, that's really spicy—"
"MYAGYAAAAAAA!!!!"
Reiza let out a blood-curdling scream, clutching her nose. "My nose! My nose is on fire!!"
Yeah… that's what I thought.
"You're supposed to mix just a tiny amount into the dipping sauce."
"Still feels way too new…" she muttered, eyes watering.
Her reaction was honest and useful. Reiza's taste buds were a reliable gauge.
Next, I summoned grated ginger.
"Oh, this is delicious!"
Ginger passed with flying colors.
I experimented with various spices, and Reiza kept giving blunt but helpful feedback.
"Hmm… the kick is nice. Something with real heat would be good."
Spices… which naturally led me to one particular dish.
"Curry, huh…"
I had tried making curry once before, but the reaction had been lukewarm and the spice blend I created from scratch was mediocre. This time, however, when I pictured "curry powder," a perfectly mixed brown powder appeared right in my palm.
"Discrimination! Discrimination! Discrimination against azuki beans!!"
"W-what's wrong with you now?!"
I ignored my own outburst and got to work.
Curry powder wasn't a single ingredient—it was a complex blend of many spices. Soft-serve ice cream was also a mixture, yet it came out fine. So my magic didn't require single-source materials after all.
"Azuki bar!"
…Nothing appeared.
"Sorry, Imuraya. My magic still hates you."
I used the curry powder to simmer a rich, fragrant pot of real Indian-style curry. The aroma alone was intoxicating.
"Stimulating smell…"
"Spices do exist in this world, right?"
"Yeah, but wasabi is still pretty foreign. This feels more familiar."
Japanese culture discrimination at its finest. Human rights don't exist here, so the concept of discrimination probably doesn't either. Bastards.
I ladled the curry over soba noodles and had Reiza taste it.
"Delicious! This works! This definitely works!"
Curry soba was officially approved. Congratulations.
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That night, I left the main shop in Reiza's capable (if loud) hands and headed to Royza's branch.
"Wine's here—!!"
Miju-san was already there, waving cheerfully.
"Hey, boss! How's it going?"
"Pretty good. By the way, I was too busy to ask earlier—how did the academy banquet go?"
"Thanks to your wine, no one died."
"…Died?"
It had been absolute chaos.
First, five ridiculously muscular male teachers had stormed in, roaring, "We heard there's good booze!!" They each grabbed an entire 60-liter barrel of fruit wine, lifted it like it weighed nothing, and chugged the whole thing in one go. Three hundred cups per barrel—gone in minutes.
"Refill!!"
When I turned to Miju-san for help, she was already drunk on another barrel.
Apparently all the male teachers were the "muscle mage" type—high magic power but low mana capacity. The women teachers, on the other hand…
"Why are they all drinking from the spare barrels over there?"
"Closer?"
When the muscle mages finally passed out, the female teachers suddenly stripped completely naked.
"W-wait, what?!"
"We heard you're insatiable~"
"And that you've got a huge cock~"
"Let's play!"
Including Miju-san, four beautiful women in their early thirties surrounded me. They were exactly my type—mature, elegant, and very much in my strike zone back on Earth.
But they were all far too drunk.
"Ueeeeegh—!!"
"Don't vomit!!"
It wasn't sex. It was babysitting. I spent the entire night washing bodies, changing clothes, and putting drunk teachers to bed.
"That was fun!"
"…Glad you enjoyed it."
Still, the female customers at Royza's café had surprisingly vulgar conversations.
"My husband's cock has so much foreskin, it stinks."
"The new servant I hired is really good at sex."
"Lord Aldebaran's wife is pregnant, but that's definitely from an affair, right?"
Nothing but dirty gossip.
"Why is it like this?!"
"That's just how noblewomen talk," Royza said calmly when I asked.
"…The store's elegant atmosphere…"
"It's fine. What else would they talk about besides gossip and sex?"
This world was wild.
Anyway, all that dirty talk had left me frustrated. I had told Royza to let me know whenever her own desires built up.
So tonight, I dragged her to the back room the moment the shop closed.
"Fwaaaaaah♡♡♡ I'm being freely used by the fuckboy shop owner again♡♡♡ My precious baby-making room is being treated like a cum toilet however he wants♡♡♡"
Royza panted, cheeks flushed.
"I still prefer women, you know. You're my benefactor, not my lover. I don't want to marry you or anything. The one I want as a lover is a woman… like Merry-chan."
You little lolicon.
"Yet the situation of being completely dominated by a yarichin's cock turns me on so much. It's called masochism, right?"
"Yeah, we call it being a 'mazo'—someone who gets off on being abused."
"Exactly. Realizing how pathetic and miserable I am… it excites me."
Ah. So that was why she never asked to have the collar removed and even eagerly taught me how to use it.
Royza's sexual preferences were gloriously twisted.
"So… you've completely surrendered to cock now?"
"Yes♡♡♡ Royza's pussy has already lost to your cock♡♡♡ It's always ready to make babies whenever you want♡♡♡"
"I'm not acknowledging any child, you know."
"Hiiu♡♡♡ So mean♡ Using my womb like a disposable cum rag and taking zero responsibility is so cruel♡♡♡"
Even as she complained, her body twitched and spasmed with pleasure, pussy clenching greedily around me.
"You like women, right?"
"Yes♡ I hate men♡"
"Then it's fine. I'm just using you and throwing you away."
"Higyuuuu!!! I hate men but I love cock♡♡♡ I hate men but I love your cock so much♡♡♡"
"Then I'm cumming."
"Again, you're casually dumping it inside♡ Proving that my pussy exists only to be fucked by cock♡♡♡"
Royza's hips bucked wildly as I slammed in deep and unloaded another massive creampie straight into her womb.
"I'm cumming—!!!!"
The sheer volume of thick semen flooding her made her belly swell noticeably. She convulsed through a powerful orgasm, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out in pure ecstasy.
After pulling out, I watched the messy overflow of cum and her own juices leak from her twitching pussy.
"Seriously… we need to think about contraception."
I said it out loud, but I knew it was already too late to be responsible after the fact.
Royza lay there panting, a blissful, broken smile on her face.
"Thank you… for using me like the pathetic masochist I am♡"
I stroked her silver hair gently.
My talented café manager was a full-blown masochist who got off on being treated like a disposable sex toy by the man she "hated."
And honestly?
I was starting to love every twisted second of it.