Disclaimer: Chapter contains a lemon. Still not very sour.

Upon closer inspection, the stand wasn't just selling sushi, but also other forms of food.

'Finballs huh?' I thought to myself, looking at the propped sign. 'Which probably means…'

Glancing at the man running the stand, I recognized him immediately. 4 star operator Jaye. A DP merchant that appeared in the Code of Brawl event story. Apart from that, I knew basically nothing else about him - lorewise of course.

'Blanc, you wanna eat something as well?'

Hmm… I guess another meal won't hurt.

'Another meal? Oh right, the thing we did in the alleyway.'

I felt heat rise up to my cheeks. Shaking my head, I approached Jaye. This would be my first time ordering food in this world. I took a deep breath and composed myself.

"Hey there," I said, addressing him. Making eye contact with him, I couldn't help but take notice of his dead tired eyes. Relatable. I too spent countless hours of my life slaving away at pointless tasks known as homework. "Could I get a small pack of finballs, please?"

"Sure thing," came his simple response as he served us. "Enjoy."

'Huh. That was a lot less traumatizing than I thought.'

I debated making some form of small talk with him considering he was the first playable operator I've met so far but decided against it. For one, it was best for me not to initiate any unneeded forms of socializing considering my past life. For another, it looked like Jaye himself preferred not to speak anymore than he had to. That could just be his resting face though. It was scary.

Master, hurry up and find a place where we can eat. The balls smell so good~

'You can smell them in your watch form?'

Yup. You're carrying the bag with your left hand right now. The food is so close to me, yet so far. Please hurry.

'Alright, alright, I'll find a private place where we can eat.'

We ended up in the same alleyway from before, sitting on the same relatively clean enough boxes as before.

"Are you sure you want me to wear them?" Blanc asked, referring to the lingerie. "I don't mind being naked."

"Yes, I'm sure." I answered as I slowly opened the pack of finballs. They were fresh and smelled delicious. "It's better for someone to walk in on us with you wearing lingerie rather than you wearing nothing at all."

At least, I think that's the case. Either way, it'll be pretty awkward for someone to walk into the alleyway. I handed a few finballs to Blanc.

Grabbing a ball with two hands, she stared at them, eyes sparkling. Slowly, she brings it close to her mouth, still with two hands, using the tips of her finger, gently putting it into her mouth.

"Nom."

I watched in fascination as chewed the ball delicately, her eyes lighting up.

"Mmm, so good~!" she exclaimed, hands on her cheeks.

'Cute.'

The next thing I knew, she was munching away at the balls in earnest. She spared no thought into nabbing some of mine to eat as well. I didn't mind. Watching her happily munch away at the finballs was just too adorable.

"Ahhhhh~" she moaned out, patting her stomach a few times. "That was so good!"

The trope of anime characters eating food and reacting to it so enthusiastically always felt exaggerated to me - experiencing food-gasms as some would call it. Sure, the food is good, but do you really have to moan out in delight at the flavor of the food assaulting your taste buds?

I guess that's the case for some people though, judging by the state Blanc was in. It looked like a scene straight out of Food Wars.

"You know master," Blanc started saying after we finished eating. "I could go for some dessert."

Was that a play on word, or was she still hungry?

"You mean…?"

She nodded, licking her lips, before pouncing on her 'dessert'.

"Your total will amount to $1600," the person at the checkout said after scanning all my items. Thankfully, I wasn't misunderstood this time.

'Still, $1600 is a sizable amount. At this rate, I might have to find myself a part-time job.'

Oh! Oh! I know! You could be an adventurer!

'An adventurer, you say?'

Most isekai anime consist of the protagonist becoming an adventurer, conquering labyrinths, defeating bad guys and racking in the money.

'That's not a bad idea, but I think I'll hold off on that thought for the time being. I did just 'transfer' into this new school in the middle of the school year - I'm bound to have a lot of catching up to do.'

"Thank you for your patronage. Please come again." said the employee as we left.

I did end up spoiling Blanc a bit, buying whatever clothes she wanted. In my defense, I let her choose everything because my sense of fashion is non-existent and also considering the fact that she'll be the one wearing them, not me.

Walking out of the busy shop, I was greeted by the sight of an even busier street.

Whoa. That's a lot of people. Wonder what's going on.

'Another street performance, perhaps?'

We saw plenty of street performers while wandering the streets. For the most part, they attracted small crowds doing various types of performances. Playing music, singing, doing magic tricks, even fortune telling. This crowd that stood before me as I exited the shop, was massive - way bigger than any crowd any of the street performers we saw earlier today attract.

Could be. But there's a lot of people. Whoever this is, they must be really popular.

'Like an idol, perhaps?'

It was a gut feeling, but the only logical conclusion I could come up with for this many people being here was the presence of an idol. And when I think of an idol, I think 5 star operator Sora.

From the little I know about her, I do know that she is an idol - a popular one at that. Granted, this could also be a totally different person - an idol in the making perhaps. Public areas definitely aren't among the best places to perform, especially if you have the liberty to do so in a private venue.

Sadly, my curiosity to watch wasn't strong enough to cause yet another unnecessary distraction in our shopping trip. The sea of fanboys did help with that.

Still, I was genuinely curious about this person's identity.

Then, I heard her voice.

"Thank you everyone, for coming to my performance today!"

'Ah, so we've only managed to catch the end.'

I wanted to see… Why'd shopping have to take so long?

'And who's fault do you think that is?' I shot back. I was carrying loads of bags filled with Blanc's clothes. They weren't heavy per say, my strength seemed to have increased once I transmigrated here, but it was still annoying to carry. The way the plastic dug into my skin was uncomfortable.

Ehehe~

Shopping with the opposite gender is such a drag - they're so indecisive and seem to take forever to pick an option. Whenever I go shopping, it's like a speedrun. I grab all the items I need as fast as I can, buy them, and get back to the comfort of my home as quickly as possible.

That being said, the voice of the performer was undoubtedly not Sora. I never really used her while playing Arknights, so I don't really know her voice, but I have watched that one Arknights animation. I distinctly remember Sora's voiceline from it because I've replayed that specific scene so many times.

'Now we don't have any other moves. Game over… I was talking about you.'

Fucking badass.

So that begs the question, who was this mysterious person?

I tried to catch a glimpse of them through the thick crowd. As the vast sea of people parted away, I managed to catch a glimpse of a relatively short girl with heterochromia eyes and animal ears of some sort.

'Cute. I wonder if she's an NPC or a playable character.'

I gave her a smile, though I doubt she noticed.

Blanc insisted on being out of her watch form for the remainder of the trip now that she had clothes. I agreed on the condition that she help hold some of the bags I was carrying. Guess where she changed?

That's right. That same exact alleyway - we've been there three times now.

"The sun's setting soon," I said to Blanc who happened to be walking beside me, holding my left hand. Premarital hand holding, I know. Blasphemous. "We should pick up the pace."

"Okay!"

She was skipping beside me, her casual white dress fluttering around her. It reached down not even halfway to her juicy thighs, exposing a fair bit of her slender legs. She also wore white, thigh high stockings - partially see through, they squeezed her thighs in an almost divine way. Beautiful would best describe at the moment, her bright smile infectious.

"Your hand's so warm, master," she said, squeezing my hand gently. "Comforting."

I had no clue what to do in this situation, so I just squeezed her hand back. "Same. Your hands are cool. Like 3 am ice cold tap water cool."

"Hehe, I don't know what that's referencing, but I'll take that as a compliment!" she said, smiling up at me.

"It was a compliment of the highest order," I said, smiling back at her.

"Why, you two seem to be a lovely, young couple," a storekeeper from a shop we happened to be passing said, calling out to us.

By Isekai anime standards, we're both supposed to act all embarrassed, deny the claim and make a total fool of ourselves whilst amusing the audience. And while I did feel heat rise to my cheeks at the statement, I took a deep breath and composed myself.

"Thank you," I said, giving the storekeeper a nice smile. "We've just gotten together recently, but I'll say our relationship is progressing quite smoothly."

"Yup! Me and ma- Hellastic, love each other very very much," Blanc added, grinning widely. She leaned into me as if proving the point.

"Now isn't that just wonderful," came her reply. She looked to be your typical anime grandmother character. Old, but sweet and nice. "Why, when I was your age, I too was hopelessly in love. But enough about this old lady, I'm sure you two would be very interested in what I have to offer."

Me and Blanc looked at each other, as if to convey our suspicions wordlessly. Too polite to decline, I asked, "And what would that be?"

The old lady rubbed her hands together. "Have you ever thought about what the future entails?"

We were brought into a small room, decorated heavily with all sorts of odd trinkets. The color scheme was all over the place, with bright, multicolored drapes, walls, tablecloths, etc. A pleasant aroma was in the room and a fine layer of mist gave it an aura of mysteriousness. Of course, in the center stood a scrying ball on top of a cushion of some sort.

You might be wondering: why the hell did I accept this offer? Things seemed a bit on the sketchy side, that's for sure but number 1, it was free and number 2, I was curious about my future in this world.

I'm just hoping she's a legit fortune teller and not some scam artist. Then again, what type of scam artist charges 0 dollars for their 'services'?

"Come, children. Take a seat. I will begin scrying your futures shortly," the old lady told us, gesturing for me and Blanc to sit down while she goes to god knows where.

"You think she's legit?" I asked Blanc.

"Maybe," she said, shrugging her shoulders in response.

I don't know too much about arts and originium. I do know that they could make ordinary people do extraordinary things. Whether or not that was the case for this old lady, we'll soon find out.

"Sorry to keep you poor children waiting," the old lady said, returning. "Now then, it's time to delve into your futures and see what adventures are waiting for you."

I raised my hand. "Right, before everything begins, I have a question to ask, if you don't mind."

"Ask away, my dear."

My initial question was going to be: 'if you're providing this service to us for free, how do you make money then?' but I thought better of it. Posing a question like that might make her change her mind - it was rude. So I went for a more tactful approach.

"Do you always offer your services to clients for free?"

"Oh my, do my ears deceive me, or are you youngsters concerned about lil old mes business practices?" she responded in an amused voice.

"Just… curious."

"Haha, no need to fret, my dear. Let's just say I sensed something special from the two of you."

Sensed something special? Wait a second. Blanc and I looked at each other in concern.

"But enough chatter. My curiosity calls."

Her hands hovered above the scrying ball, her eyes staring intently at it. I wanted to interrupt and ask her what she meant by sensing something special within the two of us. But irrationally, I feared some sort of retribution - some kind of taboo or curse from interrupting a divination in progress.

"How curious," she muttered. "Your pasts. Both of them. I cannot… see."

Good. I kept my identity as a person from another world a secret. Most isekai protagonists do that too and for good reason. Personally, I don't want to get experimented on. Plus, the amount of questions I'll invariably be answering - I'm only willing to answer them if the person asking is my waifu.

"And your futures," she said slowly. Her hands moved in a bizarre pattern as she stared intently into the ball. "They are blurry. Very hard to discern."

She seemed to be unable to read anything proper. In the end, this was a waste of time.

"I expect great things from the two of you."

"Huh? Why's that?" I asked in response, caught off guard, while Blanc responded with an, "Of course! Ma- Hellastic will achieve many great things!"

The old lady chuckled with amusement, eyes full of mirth. "You see, the more indiscernible someone's future is, the larger their impact will be on society. A normal person would have their future laid out to me very clearly while, let's say, The Doctor's would be nothing but a blurry mist."

So The Doctor exists in this world. Maybe this wasn't such a waste of time after all.

I wonder: will I have to compete with him for girls? Is the doctor even a him? If it's a her, and she's hot…

Okay, on a more serious note, I do wonder what The Doctor's role in this highschool au world is. I would have asked had I not feared being called out for being clueless - from her tone of voice, it seems The Doctor is an important figure.

"Before the two of you leave, I ask that I speak with the young lady in private, if you would allow it."

Immediately, my suspicions were raised. She may not have been able to read my past or future, I mean, not even Blanc could when she tried to get my real name, but she could have read Blanc's. Some sort of protective instinct overtook me as I was moments away from refusing, Blanc touched my arm and I heard her voice.

Don't worry master, I can defend myself!

'Wait, you can talk to me like that while in your physical form?' I asked back. No response came, her hand no longer connected to my arm.

'So that's how it works.'

Blanc was discreetly, but not really, giving me the thumbs up as the two of them waited for my response.

"Sure, why not," I decided. "Make it quick, though."

I left the two of them alone.

"So, what'd you wanna talk with me about," Blanc asked once her master left the room.

"Forgive me for intruding on your personal life, but I'm curious. When did the two of you get together?"

It was times like these where Blanc wished she could still directly communicate with her master.

"A couple days ago, why?" Blanc answered, being purposely vague.

The old lady didn't answer. Instead, she asked another question. "And how long have you known him?"

"Long enough," came Blanc's vague response. No need to give away unnecessary personal information, especially considering her masters special status.

The old lady shook her head gravely. "Then I hope you know what you're getting into."

Blanc tilted her head in confusion. "Why's that?"

The old lady took a deep breath. "I wasn't being the most truthful during our session. The thing is, while your futures were quite blurry to me, I was able to discern a fair few things."

"Oh? Why didn't you tell us then?"

"I was… conflicted." The old lady spoke hesitantly. "The two of you seemed so happy; I don't want to ruin what seems to be such a wonderful relationship with what I saw."

Blanc was immediately put on alert at what the fortune teller said. Was her master in danger? Was something bad going to happen in the future?

"What did you see?" Blanc asked in a hurry. "You need to tell me."

Once Blanc received that information, she needed to tell her master as soon as possible.

Thinking for a bit, the old lady nodded to herself as if deciding something. "Your boyfriend will be led astray by many women."

"Oh."

'That was it?' Blanc thought to herself in relief. Turns out, she was distressed over nothing.

"Could you tell me who they are," Blanc asked. This information was still immensely valuable to her master.

The fortune teller took this the wrong way. She saw Blanc as wanting to know the women's identity so she could steer her boyfriend away from them rather than towards as Blanc was thinking - ironic, really.

'Such dedication,' the old lady thought in admiration. 'Ahh, young love.'

So, she resolved herself to give the descriptions to the best of her ability, sparing no details behind. It was a shame she couldn't figure out their identities, but this will have to do.

"That's what she wanted to talk about in private?" I asked in bewilderment as Blanc left the building.

"Yup!" Blanc said happily, skipping to her usual spot by my left side, grabbing my hand. "It's only some vague descriptions about their physical characteristics, but it should help. Oh, and I got a business card too."

"So how much did she see?" I asked in genuine curiosity. I didn't care about the card - probably some form of advertisement. What was important was the crucial information regarding my future dreams. There were a whole bunch of operators I was just itching to meet and get to know on a more personal - and physical - level. Any information regarding them, whether it's number or identity, would prove immeasurable helpful.

"The thing is…" Blanc started hesitantly. I hung onto every single one of her words, my fate on the line - a bit of an exaggeration but this matter was of the utmost importance. "Unfortunately, she could only see a couple of figures in the near future before things got way too blurry."

"Shame," I responded, my spirits still high. "But at least I got something. Besides, I like it being a surprise - keeps me on my toes."

We walked for a bit, the volume of people seemed to have remained consistent all throughout the day as evening hit. Our next destination was a store that supplied all the essentials for a student attending high school.

"Would you like a description, master," Blanc asked as we walked hand in hand.

"Sure, why not," I responded. "But first, I want a number."

Blanc let go of my hand, and put up all 10 fingers. "The old lady saw around 10 girls before things became too fuzzy to see."

10. 10 girls. That was a big number. A really good number. My mind was reeling from the news, the excitement and joy that had faded slightly after being in this new world for a while came crashing back down with renewed vigor. I barely managed to contain myself.

"Holy shit," I muttered in awe. "10. 10 girls! A double freaking digit number!"

My mind was going wild - potential candidates flickering in and out of my head. Hoshiguma was the first 6 star I pulled - she held a special place in my heart because of that. Reed was the first 5 star I obtained and likewise held a similar position as Hoshi. Blue Poison was among my first 5 stars and I took a liking to her design, voice and personality immediately.

Texas was my first e2 and has remained among my top 3 favorite waifus for quite some time. Lappland is crazy - the good kind. She was my first ranged guard, and I love everything about her. Platinum is, well, platinum. Much better than gold, her and Blue Poison were the only two snipers I used for a very long time - still are my primary ranged operators not named ch'alter.

Then there was exu-

"Masterrr," Blanc whined, breaking me out of my long chain of thought. She was pouting, looking up at me with upturned eyes.

I gently rubbed her head in apology. "Haha, sorry, sorry."

"Mmm."

That seemed to placate her. Just to be sure though, I added, "Remember: you'll always be number 1."

"Yup!" Blanc said, her cheery mood returning.

I wanted to ask Blanc to provide me with a description of the girls she got, but after reading the atmosphere, I tactfully decided against it. We can broach this topic at a later date, if at all even. Surprises like these are bound to be nice.

I pushed a shopping cart around a store that seemed to be the equivalent of Wal-mart from my old world. Even the name was similar - Wol-mort. All sorts of things seemed to be sold here, not just school stuff. Clothing, toys, furniture, food, medicine, electronics, hell, there was even a section specifically relating to sex.

Of course, me and Blanc avoided that area for the time being - productivity was at the forefront of our minds as we itched to finish today's shopping trip so we could go home and rest. My first day of school began tomorrow, and I want a full night of rest.

I went through a mental checklist of school supplies as the two of us shopped along. 'Binders, papers, pens, pencils, erasers, backpack, pencil case…'

I also took the liberty to add some food as well. These included snacks and junk food like any teen would, but also fresh produce as well. Eating out constantly would be much too expensive. Oh, and rice - something that has been part of my diet my whole life.

Of course, that also meant I had to buy cooking utensils - pots, pans, a rice cooker. While expensive at present, it will prove to be a worthwhile investment - for both my health and wealth.

Our shopping cart was full by the time we began heading to check-out. On the way there, we bumped into a familiar face. Who'd have thought I'd meet the poster girl for Arknights here in the school supplies aisle.

'That's a lot of tape,' I couldn't help but wonder in awe. Duct tape, masking tape, even the double sided tape - the entire shelf was looted empty, all the contents inside Amiya's shopping cart. 'Who the hell would need so much tape.'

Blanc, who was holding my left hand, shrugged her shoulders in response.

Maybe there's a shortage at school.

As we walked by, Amiya conveniently enough answered my question - likely sensing our stares of bewilderment.

She gave us an embarrassed chuckle. "Hehe, you know how The Doctor is."

Yup, I absolutely know. I've seen the memes about The Doctor at 3 am boiling ramen noodles in his mouth. So this is a 0 sanity moment for The Doctor? Wonder what happened.

"Right," I responded. I hesitated, tempted to call The Doctor a he. I opted against it. "Eccentricity is the name of the game for The Doctor."

"Mhm," she happily hummed in response as she searched the shelves for more tape. Her efforts were in vain - the contents of the shelf already within her cart. She let out a sigh. "I do wish she took her job a little more seriously."

"I'm sure she's trying her best," I responded on instinct before doing a double take.

'Did she just refer to The Doctor as a she?'

A couple of images popped into my head. No way. This is… this is amazing. That meant no competition. I hope so at least.

"You should tell that to Dr. Kal'tsit."

'Huh, so the tsundere milf is here too. Wonder what the relationship between the 3 of them are.'

"That being said, I don't seem to recognize the 2 of you."

Me and Blanc looked at each other with the 'uh-oh' face.

"It's a pretty big school," I responded nervously.

Amiya walked up close to me, her face uncomfortably close to mine as she observed me. Then, backing away, she murmured, "...not working."

Her arts - I totally forgot about that. I'm not exactly sure what they consist of, but I do know they can sense emotions and even read into someone's past.

"I'm the Student Council Vice President - though I act as the president more often than not." Amiya said after a short pause. "I know the faces of every single student at school and I don't recognize yours."

"What if we don't go to school?" Blanc countered.

"Your cart seems to say otherwise," she rebutted, pointing at our full cart. "Your age as well."

'Shit. Blanc, what do we do?'

Tell the truth, maybe?

'How do I explain you, then? There's only 1 transfer student?'

Nodding to herself, as if coming up with a rational explanation, Amiya saved us the trouble. "One of you must be the new transfer student. And judging by your relationship, the other must be tagging along."

I chuckled nervously, surprised by her quick and accurate deduction. "Haha, yup, You're right."

"I'm surprised you met The Doctor already. Usually, on the weekend, she's doing what's best described as 'The Doctor Things.'"

I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. "Just heard some people talk about her."

Amiya took that as a good enough explanation.

"I wanna know what 'The Doctor Things' consists of," Blanc, the ever curious girl, asked Amiya.

"You… really don't want to know," Amiya responded. "Trust me."

In the end, after giving our names, we left Amiya to finish her quest to search for even more tape.

Exiting the store, I couldn't help but stare at my receipt in disbelief.

Blanc was happily skipping along, beside me. Her mind wasn't plagued, like mine, with thoughts of going broke, student debt and how the hell we're gonna survive the coming weeks.

I really needed to find a job.

I stared at the receipt some more, hoping my eyes were deceiving me. They weren't.

I felt my left arm get pulled as I turned to see Blanc pointing at a jewelry store - it looked like one, but I wasn't too sure.

Specifically, she was pointing at an item that caught her eye.

"Blanc, we're broke," I stated simply, turning her down. Looking through the windows at the items sold, I could practically see the word expensive labeled all over it. High quality jewelry - stuff plated and decorated with the likes of gold, ruby, sapphire, platinum and diamonds. No way I could afford any of them.

"But master," she whined. At least her voice was low enough so that no one would overhear.

I looked more closely at the item she was pointing at. Turns out, it wasn't the opal necklace that seemed to cost a fortune. Rather, she was pointing at a simple, sleek black and silver, leather choker.

I glanced at the price.

'Tsk. Buying this would drain all of our remaining funds.'

I weighed the pros and cons in my head.

On one hand, buying the choker would put us in a dire financial position. On the other hand, I bet the choker would look amazing on her. A bit of naughtiness to her innocent look.

"Well, aren't you two cute? You here to just browse?" the storekeeper, noticing our indecisiveness, came up to us and asked. She was young, probably in her mid-30s and had a massive rack. Not to mention, she was wearing clothing that exposed a lot of skin.

"Debating whether or not I should buy her that leather choker," I answered truthfully. Truth be told, though, I was tempted to just answer, yes. I wanted this unnecessary conversation to be over with - as well as the day.

She put a hand to her mouth. "Oh my. Cuties… So young, yet so bold." She grinned. "I think I might like the two of you."

Bold. What did she mean by bold? There's nothing-

Then I read the description.

A choker with the ability to inflict light electrical shocks whenever the master commands.

Oh.

But compared to the other items I saw beside it, the effects were mild. 'Orgasm denial? Sensitivity increase? Neck massage? Straight up choking? What type of store is this, again?'

"So how about giving us a discount then," Blanc negotiated.

"Hmm."

She put a hand on her chin as she thought about what Blanc proposed.

"If you're worried about turning a profit, I can assure you that me and my master will surely come back, once we've earned some more money."

I grabbed her hand. 'Hold on a second Blanc, what'd I tell you about calling me master in public.'

That sort of kinky talk was meant for the bedroom - or other private areas like an alleyway - only.

Trust me, master.

"Ohhh? Master you say," the busty lady said, a wide grin on her face. "I knew you two had that sort of relationship."

'Uhhh… what?'

"Consider this an investment," she continued, eyes lit up. She took the choker down from display and handed it to us.

Gingerly, I grabbed it from her hands. "I don't quite follow."

"Oh my, lost are we? Why don't you have your girlfriend explain it to you then?"

I looked at Blanc questioningly. She grinned back smugly.

"She's giving us this relatively cheap product - compared to the other items for sale here - for free as a form of advertisement. Essentially, she sees potential in us for being returning customers."

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner! The leather choker is a fine product, but there are countless more higher quality ones waiting for you in the future - ones that will suit your future needs."

On another note, I guess that's what the so-called 'Woman's intuition' is, because I did not get any of that. Also, Blanc not acting on her instincts and impulses for once, while being logical? Who'd have thought. Admittedly, I've only just met her today.

Do relationships usually progress this fast?

Well, they gotta, for me at least, if my dreams of building a harem are to be achieved.

"Rest assured," Blanc said. "My master will be back. Though I do wonder… What sort of other products do you sell here?"

"I'm glad you asked. We got all sorts of goods, ranging from leather harnesses, collars, collars with leashes, cosplay, like a cat tail buttplug, handcuffs, whips, blindfolds, gags, an assortment of toys - hell, we even got a sex swing here in the backroom storage."

'I-Is this really a jewelry store?'

"Of course, we also sell mundane stuff like necklaces and…" the storekeeper trailed off, yawning. "Stuff that looks pretty, but doesn't get the mood going."

Glancing at the store's sign, all my questions were answered.

Welcome to Enchanté, the store to satisfy all your kinks and desires. Oh, and we sell jewelry here as well.

It was just like Blanc to lead me astray to these wild stores - first the lingerie shop, now this. I'm starting to believe that under that innocent facade is a really 'cultured' girl. Perhaps even more so than me.

Nah, there's no way, right? No one dreams of their waifu stepping on them.

"I totally agree," Blanc replied. "Master and I will definitely come back. Right master?"

She wasn't leaving me much choice here. "Of course."

"Wonderful. I guess I'll see you two cuties soon."

"As soon as master obtains another member of his harem."

If the shopkeepers eyes lit up before at the word master, they now were set ablaze by the word harem. "Oh my, oh my, oh my. You cuties just keep the surprise coming."

She handed us a special looking card. Okay, not special looking - it was plain. Rather, it felt special - high quality, the texture of it was immaculately smooth.

"This is your membership card. With it, you'll have access to all the products we have to offer - stuff from your wildest of dreams."

"Thank you miss…?" Blanc asked. She pocketed the card as well.

"You two cuties can call me Lisa. I look forward to your future patronage."

I was tempted to crash down on my bed and sleep as soon as I got home, but decided against it. Hygiene is important. Infinitely so when there's a girl sleeping next to you.

"Blanc, wanna shower with me?"

"Sure!"

Walking to the public showers hand in hand with Blanc, I expected a couple of tropey things to happen - things not just exclusive to isekais.

Perhaps the boys showers were closed under maintenance? Faced with such woes, I would be forced to use the girl's shower against my will. Oh, the suffering! The tragedy! My eyes would never recover from such a plight.

Maybe the showers were mixed? Or there were mixed showers? Watching the water sprinkle and flow down the luscious and curvy body of the operator before would truly be a sight.

Maybe the showers weren't divided by genders. Instead, I'll walk into an occupied shower without knowing and catch a glimpse of some operator's sweet, naked body.

Walking into the showers, none of those things happened - no one was here.

"Man…"

"Master, you're a pervert," Blanc said to me. We were holding hands the entire time so she likely read every one of my thoughts.

"I'm just cultured," I instantly responded.

"Mhm."

The walls around us felt constricting - the stall meant for one person use only. We stood centimeters apart in the showerstall; Her naked skin was so close to mine that I could feel the coolness radiating off it.

Why did I think this was a good idea again?

As I was washing myself using the soap and shampoo we just bought from our shopping trip, my left hand mysteriously, on its own, slowly inched its way to gently squeeze Blanc's ass. Specifically, her left ass cheek.

Oh right, now I remember. So I could do that.

"Eep! Master…"

"So soft…" I whisper into her ear. My voice was quiet, but my tone was hungry. "Your ass feels divine, Blanc."

So supple and smooth, I could see myself groping her asscheeks all day long.

"Awawa, master." Her voice was longing. It was filled with desire. She leaned into my chest, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of my hand squeezing her rear.

"You know, I think today counts as our first date, don't you think?"

"Mmm, I suppose so."

I leaned down slightly and took her lips. Blanc let out a cute squeak of shock. My left hand still subconsciously fondled the soft mound as my right hand went and pulled her close to me. While I was still inexperienced at kissing, it felt like some magical force guided me as I dominated Blanc's mouth.

My tongue prodded her lips, demanding entrance. Blanc complied.

"Mmm, master," she moaned.

"Mmm, Blanc…" I moaned back. Lust was practically dripping off the two of us as are mouths mashed together. The intricate battle of tongues was won out by me, leaving me free to explore the insides of her mouth.

Sweet. Blissful. Amazing. I left nothing unclaimed as I continued my domination.

If someone were to look at us now, we would be quite the erotic sight - hot water was falling down on us, dripping all over our bodies. I pulled Blanc even closer into me, practically melding our bodies together.

I felt every part of her naked body. Her breasts pushed against my chest. My erect dick was squeezed between her thighs as the top of it touched the entrance to her pussy.

The size of the stall made it so we couldn't go any further. That didn't stop us from trying though.

Blanc moved her lower body back and forth, slowly giving me a thigh job. I've always wanted one. Her juicy thighs squeezed my penis in a comforting way as they jerked me off.

"Oh god Blanc, keep moving your thighs. Just like that," I whisper-moaned into her ear, breaking the kiss apart. The trail of saliva our mouths formed was instantly broken apart by the falling water.

"Mhm~"

I nibbled her ears gently. She responded with a quick intake of breath. "But I can't hog up all the fun now, can I?"

I felt her shiver at my words.

"Don't worry, I'm enjoying it too. Master's cock is rubbing against my most sensitive place. It- It feels really good."

I grinned. "That's good to hear, but that doesn't stop me from doing this."

I kissed her again, this time a bit more rough - a bit of nibbling of the lips. As two of us kissed, my right hand went down to give her other ass cheek attention. It was just as divine as the other.

We continued like this for a bit - my hands fondling her ass, our mouths intertwined and her thighs pleasuring me. Our desire for one another increased.

"Haaah, master…"

"God, Blanc, your thighs are so fucking good…"

Back and forth her thighs went, keeping a steady pace. At this rate, I wasn't going to last much longer, but it seemed that while Blanc was clearly enjoying things immensely, release was still far for her. A risky idea formed in my head.

My hands left her ass.

My left hand went to the top of her spine and slowly trailed down in a straight line while my right hand went and found her clit.

Gently, I rubbed her clit. Her thighs tightened around my dick in response as a moan escaped her.

"Haaaah~"

My left hand trailed down to her tailbone, rubbing it gently, before continuing down even further.

She broke the kiss. "Master?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop."

"I don't mind," she responded. "In fact, I think my body craves it."

"That's good to hear."

My hands slowly continued down, squeezing between her two fleshy mounds of wonder, before stopping at another one of her holes. Gently, I pushed my pointer finger in.

She let out a light gasp as her body shivered from the light intrusion.

"Oh wow…"

Her hands stopped grappling my back and instead went to spread her asscheeks apart.

"Deeper, master," she moaned in need.

Unfortunately, I could only tease the entrance. It was tight, extremely tight and we lacked lube. The water crashing down on us didn't help either - in fact, it made it worse.

As if sensing my troubles, I felt a rush of magic course through my fingers.

'Hmm? Why do my fingers feel slippery all of a sudden?'

Rubbing her anus, I experimentally pushed my fingers in deeper. They met no resistance.

"Ahhhh~ master!"

Her thigh job didn't stop even though she seemed to be lost in pleasure. It was like her subconscious mind was acting to pleasure her master while her conscious one was lost in the pleasure caused by her master.

My finger slowly pumped in and out, each time going deeper than the last.

The hole was tight. Unbelievably tight - much tighter than her pussy.

"Oh god master! I'm - I'm close!"

I continued my two pronged attack of rubbing her clit and fingering her ass, slowly picking up my pace. That seemed to send her over the edge.

"Awawawa! Master~~!"

At the same time, I felt my orgasm hit me.

"Haaah, oh god Blanc. Fuckkk"

Despite this being my 3rd time cumming, the amount that came out was still the same.

Blanc's legs soon gave out as she collapsed onto me which promptly caused me to collapse onto the ground. We shared our post orgasmic bliss together, as we cuddled, the water washing away any evidence of our deed.

"God Blanc, that felt good."

It wasn't exactly as good as her mouth, but it still felt amazingly divine in its own way.

"Mhm. It did. Also, your finger's still up my butt, master."

"Oh! Sorry, I completely forgot."

I wasn't lying. My mind went blank in the heat of the moment and was still in the process of recovering.

"I don't mind. It feels good. Comforting."

Wriggling my finger, I gently pulled it out, eliciting many moans of pleasure from Blanc. She leaned into me. I took this opportunity to carefully comb through her white hair. We enjoyed the company of one another in the shower some more before Blanc brought up a very valid topic.

"This is a public shower room, right master? So shouldn't there be people coming in and out? Night time is fast approaching."

"Mhm, we're pretty lucky that no one came in."

Someone chose that exact moment to come in.

AN: Thank you Zet4 for your continued reviews. It's much appreciated. Your questions will be answered in the coming chapters

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Thanks to all those who favorited and followed. This was written over the course of 3 days, all while it was 3 am, so forgive me if the story becomes incoherent at certain points. I'll edit later. Maybe.