Chapter 3: Day Three
And so, it is the morning of the third day.
To be honest, being wrapped up in the bedding with Chiyu is pure bliss.
However, the moment I wake up, a peculiar stench hits me.
It’s something any man would recognize—the lingering odor that drifts from the liquid one releases, only to manifest later.
But today, it feels as though another scent is mixed in with it.
I rise from the bed, open the window, and begin ventilating the room.
The clothes and bedding could simply be stored and reconfigured to be pristine, but the issue lies with the people.
“Sō-kun…”
“Chiyu. Good morning. And, uh, sorry…”
My childhood friend, rubbing her eyes as she sits up, exposes a body completely bare. My gaze is irresistibly drawn to the two ample fruits hanging from her chest, but her skin is speckled with something crusty and glistening.
“…This might stray a bit from Sō-kun’s particular fetishes, but I’ll say it anyway: ‘It stinks…’”
It’s not exactly my kink, but it does make my heart skip a beat.
Especially since she doesn’t seem to mind the smell or reject it, which tickles the sense that she’s accepting it.
“For now, let’s wipe ourselves down with a towel. Then, Chiyu… you’ll need a bath, right?”
No, I need one too, but Chiyu especially. I configure a bucket filled with water and a towel, and we both wipe down our bodies.
Then, we store and reconfigure our clothes. I do the same with the bedding.
With that, everything looks clean at a glance, and the room’s foul odor has significantly dissipated.
Incidentally, using “Purify” would allow for sterilization and cleaning, but everyone seems to prefer bathing. Bathing isn’t just about getting clean, and I’m not exactly opposed to baths myself, so it’s fine.
At any rate, Chiyu probably wants a bath too.
“Shall we head down together? The bath’s ready to use.”
“Mm. Might as well bathe together. Saves time.”
“R-right… That makes sense. Though, the bath area’s still incomplete.”
“As long as there’s a bathtub, it’s enough.”
“Fair point.”
First, I quietly step out of the room. After confirming no one’s around, I beckon Chiyu to follow.
Once we’re in the hallway, if we run into someone, we can just play it off as a coincidence.
“Sō-kun, I don’t think you can play it off.”
“…I know.”
“Besides, it’s not something we need to hide.”
“…Maybe not, but still.”
“Or do you want to hide it?”
“No way. For me, it’s something I’m insanely happy about. I don’t want to hide it at all.”
“Good.”
Chiyu lets out a sound that seems tinged with relief.
“But, like, being all bold about it feels… kinda off, you know?”
“That’s so like you, Sō-kun.”
We descend the stairs together, heading toward the bath area. That said, it’s planned to be an open-air bath, so it’s outdoors.
I configure partitions to set up a barrier and lay down stone tiles processed from “Stone Material” on the floor. This was done using the “Configure” function, so it wasn’t particularly difficult. The surface is smoothed out, so it doesn’t hurt to walk barefoot.
Next, I install the bathtub. Then, I configure the leftover bathwater from yesterday into the tub. Though it’s leftover, just like with clothing stains, hair and oil residue disappear during storage, leaving only clean water.
Since the four girls bathed before me yesterday, it’s not piping hot, but it’s a suitable temperature for washing.
Feeling a bit shy as Chiyu boldly strips, I hurriedly follow suit.
Even though I gazed at her plenty yesterday, my eyes are drawn to my childhood friend’s bare form.
“I’m, uh, kinda embarrassed.”
Noticing my stare, my childhood friend’s cheeks flush faintly.
“S-sorry!”
I hurriedly avert my gaze, configuring a bucket nearby to scoop water.
Just as I’m about to pour the water over myself, Chiyu calls out, “Wait.”
“W-what’s up?”
“Since it’s been a while, let’s wash each other.”
“…That’s nostalgic.”
The term “wash each other” dispels the tension from moments ago, and a smile naturally spreads across my face.
Our families were close, so when we were kids, we sometimes bathed together.
Back then, it was customary for us to wash each other’s backs.
“Is that a no?”
“No way it’s a no.”
I generate and configure two wooden bath stools. We sit down, and I start by washing her.
I scrub my childhood friend’s small, smooth back with soap and rinse it with water.
“Mm. Thanks. My turn.”
We switch positions, now facing opposite directions. I turn my back to her.
Water is poured over my back, followed by lathered soap as she washes me.
The process itself is the same as when I washed her, but…
Boing… A sensation of something soft pressing against my back makes my heart leap.
“C-Chiyu…?”
“Sō-kun, you’d prefer this, right?”
Two incredibly soft, elastic objects move up and down against my back.
Chiyu is rubbing her chest against my back.
While the phrase “wash each other” sent me back to childhood innocence, Chiyu is apparently raring to go this morning.
With her doing something like that, I can’t help but react like any guy my age would.
For a while, I focus all my senses on my back. Then, her touch suddenly pulls away, and water is poured over me.
“Mm. Done.”
“H-hey, Chiyu…”
“What’s up, Sō-kun? We need to hurry, or Shī-chan’s breakfast will be ready.”
Shion, who’s taken on the role of head chef, is handling all our meals.
Of course, if she needs help or someone wants to pitch in, they’ll assist.
Spending any more time here would be like announcing to everyone that we were getting frisky this morning. I get that, but…
“Y-yeah, you’re right…”
“But Sō-kun’s ‘Sō-kun’ doesn’t seem to want to calm down.”
“…After you did that, how could it not?”
At my words, she looks pleased.
“Then, it’ll take a bit, but want to go for it?”
Chiyu says this while lifting her chest.
She’s probably referring to both the bath and her breasts.
“…Please.”
“Then, Sō-kun, sit on the edge.”
As prompted, I sit on the rim of the tub, my feet soaking like in a footbath.
Chiyu slips into the water between my legs, pressing her breasts together.
“After all we did yesterday, you’re not tired of this?”
“Probably never will be, not in a lifetime.”
Chiyu seems to smile faintly.
“Then I’m relieved. I’ll do it for a lifetime.”
After two releases, we hurriedly get out when Shion comes looking for us.
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The breakfast menu consists of grilled mushrooms and soup.
Since meat could spoil, I’d stored it in my “Inventory,” but because I was fooling around with Chiyu in the bath, Shion couldn’t ask me to configure the meat, leading to this.
“E-everyone, I’m sorry…!”
At the dining table in the living room, I apologize to my companions.
“No, no, don’t worry about it. I should’ve called out to you sooner too. Besides, we’ve got akebi for dessert, so it’s plenty for an uninhabited island meal.”
Shion says this with a wry smile, but…
I remembered that she was making breakfast, yet the meat issue completely slipped my mind.
“Uh, the morning bath itself isn’t a problem, but…”
“Yesterday, during the girls’ discussion, I received an explanation and came to terms with it in my own way… But, um, maybe it’d be good to exercise a bit more restraint, or so I was thinking…”
Shijō, or rather Minori, blushes deeply.
“No, really, I’ll be careful. In a group living situation, causing trouble for your companions isn’t right.”
If I don’t control myself, I’ll end up falling into depravity.
“Sō-kun, that’s not right.”
Chiyu, her skin unusually radiant, says this while munching on a mushroom.
“Chiyu?”
“Thinking you can’t cause trouble creates stress. Of course, you should aim for the best, but if you mess up, just reflect and make up for it.”
“Hehe, exactly. If it’ll ease Sōsuke-kun’s mind, maybe you could give us something as an apology?”
Likely to keep me from blaming myself further, Shion says this playfully.
“Y-yeah, you’re right. I’ll definitely be more careful going forward, but for the trouble I caused this morning, let me make it up to you. Tell me what you want or something I should make.”
“Hmm. Ingredients… you’ll definitely look for those during exploration anyway… Oh! I know. It’d be great if you could find something that could be used as a fragrance.”
“Fragrance? Like vanilla essence?”
Vanilla’s a plant, so it might exist on this island. Or maybe it’ll be configured later.
“Oh, yeah, something like that. It could be used to flavor food too. But what I really want is essential oils for floral scents.”
“Making perfume or something?”
“Close! I was thinking… I want soap with a scent.”
Shion clasps her hands, as if envisioning the item she desires.
Her words elicit a noticeable reaction from the other girls.
“Ohh, gotcha. Yeah, the stuff we used in Japan sometimes had scents.”
“The hand soap at Sō-kun’s house was citrus-scented, and the body soap was a subtle floral.”
“R-really? Thanks for the info.”
Not only does my childhood friend know my fetishes, but she’s also familiar with the soaps at my house.
Well, our families were close, so she had plenty of chances to learn.
“Since they come from fruits, herbs, trees, or flowers, it’d be best to use Sōsuke-kun’s ‘Itemization’ to identify details and select what’s usable. Of course, that’s if you plan to make it.”
Judging by her reaction, Minori wants it too.
“Then how about for today’s exploration, me and Sōsuke go together? If we do, I’ll forgive you for this morning.”
Shion’s request: search for fragrances. The resulting soap will be shared with everyone.
Shōko’s request: join the exploration.
“Minori?”
“Huh? W-well, then, I also want the soap…”
“No, I’m already searching for fragrances for Shion’s request, and the finished soap will be shared with everyone. So, something else.”
“O-oh… Then, um, I’d like to practice magic again, so it’d be great if you could come along. …Y-you know, just in case you can ‘Itemize’ something too…”
“If that’s all, I’d be happy to join. We can never have too much wood… and rocks buried in the ground can’t be stored, so maybe magic could help with that…?”
“Like crushing or cutting them…? I’ll think about it.”
“Thanks. So, first, exploration with Shōko, where I’ll look for fragrances. Magic practice with Minori in the afternoon, cool?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, for lunch, how about wild boar steak?”
“Steak sounds awesome! I love how Shī-chan comes up with all these ways to cook!”
The atmosphere returns to its usual state.
“Hehe. Oh, I forgot to mention, but this living room is amazing, Sōsuke-kun.”
“Yeah, yeah! I was shocked when I came down and saw a sofa!”
That’s right. In the living room, I’d configured a sofa with a wooden frame and linen upholstery. The cushions are stuffed with wool.
“Even without lighting, the large windows let in plenty of light, which is nice.”
I’m thrilled the new place is well-received. Naturally, Chiyu, my accomplice, doesn’t get an apology gift.
Well, Chiyu’s the type to ask for what she wants without hesitation, so it’s fine.
Honestly, I wanted to talk about yesterday’s dream, but my screw-up killed the mood. Breakfast is already done, so maybe during lunch.
Fortunately, today’s addition was a “Water Source,” which has little impact on our daily life.
And so—the third day begins.
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Today, we decided to split into two groups for exploration.
I, the gyaru Shōko, and the Fenrir Mashiro-kun are heading farther out to search for spices and the like.
My childhood friend Chiyu, the refined chef Shion, and the serious magic-user Minori are tasked with exploring the area around our base.
“Well then, see you around noon,” I say.
“Have a safe trip, Sosuke-kun, Shōko-chan, Mashiro-kun,” Shion replies politely.
“If you get injured, come to me immediately,” Chiyu adds in her characteristic monotone.
“That’s right. Please don’t overdo it,” Minori chimes in, her tone formal as always.
With our companions seeing us off, we set out. I rode Mashiro-kun yesterday too, but somehow, being on his back feels like it’s been a while. I wrap my arms around Shōko’s waist, holding on tightly to avoid falling off.
“Nn… W-well then, Mashiro-kun, we’re counting on you today too,” Shōko says, her voice slightly flustered.
At her words, Mashiro-kun responds energetically and dashes forward.
“As expected, Mashiro-kun’s fast. He’s been helping us out a ton, so we really need to build him a proper shelter today,” I remark.
“Yeah, I think he’d be thrilled,” Shōko agrees.
“Sorry, Shōko, it’s like you’ve been stuck as part of the exploration team. If you ever want a break, just let me know, okay?”
“Hmm, I actually love going out and about. But if I ever feel like lazing around, I’ll speak up,” she replies with a grin.
“Haha, please do,” I say, chuckling.
“Sosuke, you don’t have to try making everything yourself, you know? You’re already doing more than enough. It feels like you’re always crafting stuff for us or the whole group. You should totally make something just for yourself sometime,” Shōko suggests, her tone playful but sincere.
“Nah, the things I want just happen to overlap with what everyone else wants. Like the house—I was super hyped crafting that one,” I reply.
“Really? Well, if you say so. But seriously, our house is insane, right? We’re the only ones on this island living in something like that,” she says, her voice brimming with excitement.
“Yeah, we’ve come a long way from that first-day shack,” I nod.
“I kinda liked the vibe of everyone sleeping together, though. Felt like a school trip,” Shōko says nostalgically.
“There’s no such thing as a coed school trip,” I retort, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, fair point,” she laughs, her voice bright and cheerful.
Shōko’s laughter is infectious, and I can’t help but smile.
“If there’s something else I want to make next… maybe glass,” I muse.
“Whoa, you can make glass too?” Shōko asks, her eyes widening.
“I talked a bit with Minori about it, and if we can find some silica, I think we can manage,” I explained.
The remaining materials can be sourced from seashells and seaweed we’ve already discovered.
“No way! Glass would totally give this place a modern vibe. But since it’s a stone, it’d be perfect if today’s new area was a mine,” Shōko says, her enthusiasm bubbling over.
We had a choice between a water source and a mine, and the vote for the water source won by a landslide.
“Yeah, true. But I think the water source was the right call. There are other people who’ve been transferred here besides us, and water’s something everyone needs,” I reason.
“…You’re right. As expected of Sosuke!” Shōko says, giving me a playful nudge.
“Nah, saying stuff like that while not actively looking for other transferees makes me a bit of a hypocrite,” I admit, scratching the back of my head.
With Mashiro-kun’s keen sense of smell, which pinpointed a wild boar, he could probably find other humans too. For now, though, we’re using that nose to track down citrus-scented plants.
“Why? It’s not like you’re obligated to save everyone, Sosuke. Helping someone struggling right in front of you is different from going out of your way to find people in trouble somewhere else, right?” Shōko argues.
“Yeah, I guess. The latter’s more like something a hero would do,” I concede.
“Exactly! You don’t need to be a hero. We already know you’re a good guy without you doing all that,” she says, her tone reassuring.
Honestly, opinions on this probably vary. Someone in trouble right now might think that if I have the ability, I should help them. But having a friend like Shōko on my side feels good.
“Thanks, Shōko. That takes a bit of weight off my shoulders,” I say, resting my forehead lightly against her back and murmuring softly.
“Haha, no biggie! Though, speaking of, I totally crashed into you on the first day,” she says, laughing.
That night, when I thought Fenrir had come to our shack, it turned out to be Shōko and Shion riding him.
“Oh yeah, that was a shock. But I’m glad we reunited, Shōko,” I say warmly.
“I’m the one who’s grateful, Sosuke. Seriously, I owe you big time,” she replies, her voice softening.
It’s because she’s this kind of friend that I’m glad we’re teammates. No matter how useful I am, being treated like just a convenient tool would suck.
“Getting all serious all of a sudden feels kinda embarrassing,” I admit, scratching my cheek.
“Ugh, I know, right? My face is getting all hot…!” Shōko says, fanning herself.
Just then, Mashiro-kun slows down, eventually stopping and letting out a bark.
“Huh? Here, Mashiro-kun? But—it’s just grass!” Shōko exclaims.
She’s right. All we can see in front of us is grass—long blades curving gracefully, stretching out in countless numbers.
“Let’s try ‘Itemization,’” I suggest.
I dismount Mashiro-kun and use my stone machete to cut the plants. When I activate ‘Itemization,’ the result pops up: ‘Lemongrass.’
“It’s lemongrass,” I announce.
“Oh! The stuff that smells like lemon!” Shōko says, clapping her hands.
“Yeah. I think we’ve seen it in herbal teas or something. For now, shall we go with this for the citrus scent?” I propose.
“Sorry, Mashiro-kun. You found it perfectly, and I went and said ‘just grass,’” Shōko apologizes, hugging Mashiro-kun tightly.
With Shōko’s breasts pressed against him, Mashiro-kun will probably forgive everything. We continue our exploration and gathering, trusting Mashiro-kun’s sense of smell.
“Man, that ‘Fluffy Summoning Ability’ is seriously OP. If I were on my own, the stuff I could craft would be way more limited,” I say, genuinely impressed.
“I mean, doesn’t that just mean our abilities have great synergy?” Shōko says with a grin.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I agree.
“Oh, wait, no, I meant, like, synergy with our abilities…!” she corrects herself, her voice pitching up nervously.
“I know, I know,” I laugh.
“But, like, our synergy as friends isn’t bad either, right…?” she adds, her tone softening.
“Our social circles in class were totally different, though,” I point out.
“That doesn’t matter…!” she protests, puffing out her cheeks.
“You’re right, my bad. Regardless of that, we’re friends,” I say, realizing she’s got a point and offering a sincere apology.
“Exactly! …And, you know, I noticed Sosuke’s charm way before Shi-chan or Minorin did…” Shōko mumbles, her voice so quiet I can barely catch it.
“Shōko?” I prompt.
“It’s nothing! Anyway, Sosuke, anything else you wanna look for?” she asks, quickly changing the subject.
“Hmm. We need water, so… maybe the sea?” I suggest.
At the word “sea,” Shōko’s body jolts with excitement.
“The sea? Yes! Let’s go to the sea!” she exclaims, her sunny personality shining through.
It’s not exactly a beach trip, but… well, maybe it could be.
“Yeah, you’re right. Just collecting water’s kinda boring. Maybe we can have a little fun while we’re there,” I say, warming to the idea.
“Sosuke, you get it!” Shōko cheers.
Since this exploration is partly to make up for earlier, indulging her a bit shouldn’t hurt.
“Oh, but I don’t have a swimsuit. Maybe we can just play a little on the beach?” she suggests.
“I could make one out of linen. It’d be tied with strings for both the top and bottom, though,” I offer.
“Sosuke, you’re a genius!” she squeals.
“Haha, it’s settled then,” I say, grinning.
“You’re wearing a swimsuit too, right? I’d be embarrassed if it’s just me!” she insists.
“Y-yeah, got it,” I stammer.
“Yay! To the sea!” she shouts, pumping her fist.
It’s our usual banter, but… is this turning into some kind of beach date? The thought makes me fidget nervously.
“Mashiro-kun, top speed! To the sea, faster than the wind!” Shōko commands.
“Wait, wait, what’s Fenrir’s top speed—WHOA!” I yelp, clinging to Shōko for dear life to avoid being thrown off.
There’s no room to think about the softness of a girl’s body or anything like that.
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“The sea!” Shōko cheers.
Thanks to Mashiro-kun’s all-out sprint, we reach the beach in no time. This is the same place where Chiyu and I were transferred on the first day.
Shōko is bouncing with joy, but I’m lost in thought for a moment. This time, I want to bring back not just seawater but also seaweed and sand. Seawater’s easy—just sink a barrel and store it—but the other two are trickier.
“Oh, right. Shōko, can Mashiro-kun swim?” I ask.
“What do you say, Mashiro-kun? Hmm, hmm. He says, ‘Of course! Mochi-mochi-mochi!’” Shōko interprets, mimicking him.
“You’re the only one who says that,” I deadpan.
“He takes after his owner!” she retorts, sticking out her tongue.
“Ugh, that’s annoyingly plausible,” I groan, unable to argue.
If he can swim, that’s a huge help.
“Anyway, Sosuke, let’s swim!” Shōko urges, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Hang on a sec. Let’s collect the water first. Oh, I’ll make your swimsuit, so you can change while I’m doing that,” I say.
“Swimsuit! I want a bikini!” she declares, already peeling off her uniform top to reveal her Y-shirt underneath.
She might be remembering when I mentioned measuring sizes for pajamas.
“R-right, got it…” I mumble, crafting a swimsuit from linen and placing it in her hands.
“As expected of Sosuke! But, uh, isn’t the chest part kinda small? This is, like, super ero,” she says, eyeing it with a mix of amusement and embarrassment.
“Oh… I’ll remake it,” I offer quickly.
“Nah, it’s fine! As thanks for the swimsuit, I’ll wear one you like,” she says with a wink.
“I-I see,” I stammer, my face heating up.
I set up a partition on the beach to give her a private changing space.
“…Sosuke, you’re really thoughtful, huh? Like, you think of stuff before we even ask,” Shōko says, her voice softer now.
“Well, guys can change behind a tree or whatever, but it’s different for girls, right?” I reply, shrugging.
“Hehe, thanks!” she says, flashing a bright smile before disappearing behind the partition, her excitement for the sea making her seem almost childlike.
“Now, Mashiro-kun, I’ve got a favor to ask. If you help me out, I promise to set things up so Shōko rides you in her swimsuit,” I say, lowering my voice.
Mashiro-kun’s breathing grows heavy, as if saying, “Name it!”
I craft a wooden crate, lay it on its side on the beach—like something you’d see in a movie for smuggling art or weapons—and explain, “I need you to kick sand into the crate with your back legs to fill it up.”
Mashiro-kun nods and immediately starts kicking sand with gusto.
“Whoa! This is way better than digging with a shovel. As expected of a mythical beast!” I praise.
While he’s at it, I dunk a barrel into the sea to collect seawater. After that, I strip off my clothes on the beach, craft a pair of linen swim trunks, and put them on. They’d slide off without support, so I included a drawstring channel and tie the string in front to secure them. I store my clothes in my ‘Inventory,’ and just like that, I’m ready.
“Sorry for the wait!” Shōko calls, emerging from behind the partition.
I freeze at the sight of her.
Wearing a simple white linen bikini, Shōko is breathtakingly captivating. Her shy smile only amplifies her charm, making my heart skip a beat.
“S-say something!” she urges, her cheeks pink.
“N-no, it looks amazing on you. Your figure’s so good, the bikini really stands out,” I manage, my voice shaky.
“Stands out? Like, in a good way?” she asks, twirling a strand of hair.
“Y-yeah,” I confirm, nodding vigorously.
But, as she mentioned, the fabric might indeed be a bit small. It looks like her chest could spill out with the slightest movement.
“Alright, let’s play!” she declares, bouncing on her toes.
“Hold on, let’s do some warm-ups first,” I suggest.
“So serious! But you’re right!” she agrees, laughing.
As Shōko and I stretch, Mashiro-kun mimics us, tilting his body this way and that. It’s adorable, but I can’t help noticing Shōko’s oppai bouncing with every movement. I make a conscious effort to keep my eyes elsewhere—she’s here to have fun, not to be ogled.
“Okay, Sosuke, ready?” she asks, bouncing in place.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I say.
For a while, we play in the shallows—splashing each other, swimming a bit, and trying to spot fish in the clear water. I suggest she ride Mashiro-kun in the sea to keep my promise to him, and she happily agrees.
“This is so fun! We should come back with everyone next time,” Shōko says, her eyes sparkling.
“Sounds good. Maybe we could do a barbecue here or something,” I propose.
“That’d be the best!” she exclaims.
“Cool, let’s run it by the others. Oh, Shōko, why don’t you head up to the shore? I’m gonna dive for some seaweed,” I say.
Even if I drown, Mashiro-kun’s got my back, so I’m not too worried.
“Huh? I’ll help!” she says, as if it’s the most natural thing.
“Oh, alright. Let’s do it together then,” I agree.
We dive into the sea, grabbing seaweed and surfacing quickly. Each time, I store it in my ‘Inventory,’ so we don’t have to worry about carrying it. At one point, I spot something clinging to a rock and collect it too.
“Phew! Sosuke, what’d you grab?” Shōko asks, catching her breath.
“Sea sponges. They can be used as natural sponges,” I explain.
“What? Living things become sponges?” she asks, tilting her head.
“Yeah. They’re great for washing your body,” I say.
“Oh, nice! Sasu-So(amazing)! Sasu-So(amazing)!” she cheers, mimicking Chiyu’s catchphrase.
Damn it, Chiyu, you’ve got Shōko copying you now.
Once we’ve gathered enough materials, we head back to the shore.
“Phew. Hey, wanna take a break? Mashiro-kun looks tired too,” Shōko suggests.
Mashiro-kun’s been carrying us, helping with exploration, playing in the sea, and watching to make sure we didn’t drown. Considering we’ll rely on him for the trip back, a rest sounds good.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” I agree.
Deciding to rest, Mashiro-kun plops down on the sand and falls asleep almost instantly. Shōko and I move to the shade, where I lay out a straw mat, and we sit side by side.
“Want some water?” I ask, pulling a canteen from my ‘Inventory’ and handing it to her.
“Thanks! Gimme, gimme!” she says, taking it eagerly.
She gulps down the water, and the movement of her throat catches my eye more than it should.
“Phew! That hits the spot!” she sighs, wiping her mouth.
I take a sip too, the cool water soothing my parched throat.
“Yeah. Water’s great for now, but I’m starting to crave something with flavor,” I say.
“Ugh, same!” she agrees enthusiastically.
Now that I think about it, we have sheep’s milk.
“If we find some fruit, we could probably make juice,” I muse.
“I wonder if there’s coffee beans on this island,” Shōko says, tilting her head.
“I get the feeling that anything too obvious or well-known isn’t part of the initial setup,” I say, thinking aloud.
“Right? Like, akebi’s not exactly common. If there were apples growing, it’d be way easier to spot,” she says, nodding.
“Exactly,” I agree.
Maybe it’s because that’d make observation too boring—or so I imagine. Who knows what the Mysterious Blackboard is thinking?
Conversation lulls, and we sit quietly, watching the sea. The waves roll in and out, a repetitive rhythm that’s somehow mesmerizing.
“…Hey, Sosuke,” Shōko says, breaking the silence.
“Hm?” I respond, turning to her.
“You didn’t really look at my chest much today,” she observes, her tone curious.
“…Yeah, I didn’t want to ruin the fun by staring,” I admit, rubbing the back of my neck.
“Oh. So… you’re not, like, uninterested, right?” she asks, her voice quieter.
“Your oppai are so eye-catching that I’ve been sneaking glances and getting caught as an ero guy. I’m still plenty interested,” I say, trying to keep the tone light and playful.
I thought this was just banter, but…
“Then… you can look,” she says softly.
It’s not that kind of mood after all.
“Really?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” she confirms, her eyes steady.
I turn my gaze to her.
Her massive oppai, barely contained by the small scraps of fabric, are fully exposed to my eyes. The wet bikini clings to her skin, water droplets glistening on her youthful body, her chest jiggling softly with every slight movement.
“S-Sosuke… your swim trunks are, uh, bulging,” Shōko says, her face flushing as her eyes drift to my crotch.
“S-sorry,” I stammer, mortified.
“It’s… because of me, right?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
“Y-yeah, sorry…” I mumble, wishing I could sink into the sand.
“You don’t have to apologize. Um, actually…” she trails off, her water-glossed eyes locking onto mine.
Her gaze is a mix of emotions—relief, joy, embarrassment—all tangled together.
“W-would you… want me to do something about it?” she asks, her voice barely audible.
I swallow hard, my throat dry despite the water I just drank.
“…Yeah,” I admit, nodding.
At my response, Shōko’s expression shifts, a complex mix of emotions crossing her face as she parts her lips.
“Okay,” she says softly.
Before I know it, her face is inches from mine, so close I can almost see my reflection in her glistening eyes.
“Sosuke, let’s kiss,” she whispers.
There’s no way I can refuse. Our lips meet, a brief, electric touch before we part.
“Whoa… we did it,” she says, her face crimson as she looks down and to the side.
Her shy, adorable reaction makes me lose control, and I kiss her again.
“Nn… hehe… mm, chu, chu,” she murmurs.
She seems surprised for a moment but quickly smiles, returning my kisses with quick, pecking ones. Soon, we’re wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in a frenzy of kisses.
“S-Sosuke, your… down there’s getting intense,” she says breathlessly.
This morning, Chiyu helped me out twice in the bath, and afterward, she used ‘Beginner Heal’ on me, so I’m fully recovered—and evidently, very enthusiastic.
“L-let me take it off,” Shōko says, her hands reaching for the drawstring of my swim trunks.
“Nn, ugh… Sosuke, the knot’s kinda tight…” Shōko says, struggling with the drawstring of my swim trunks.
“Oh, s-sorry,” I stammer, feeling my face heat up.
I try to help, but even I can’t untie it easily. It’s too much hassle, so I decide to just store the trunks in my ‘Inventory’ instead.
“Eek!” Shōko lets out a high-pitched squeal as the trunks vanish.
“Sorry, did I startle you?” I ask, wincing.
“N-no, it’s fine. I was gonna take them off anyway,” she says, covering her face with both hands but peeking through her fingers, her eyes locked on it.
“S-Sosuke, isn’t it, like… pretty big?” she asks, her voice a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.
“Uh… I don’t know?” I reply, unsure how to respond.
“It’s, like, totally rock-hard…” she adds, her cheeks flushing deeper.
“Th-that’s because you’re so cute, Shōko…” I admit, my voice trailing off.
“R-really? Okay, then… I-I’ll take responsibility!” she declares, her tone resolute despite her obvious nervousness.
With that, she moves behind me.
“Sosuke, get on your knees,” she instructs.
“Huh? O-okay,” I say, complying.
As I kneel, I hear a rustling sound behind me—shuru shuru—and my attention is briefly caught by it. But the moment I settle into position, something heavenly presses against my back.
This… this is raw oppai!
She’s taken off her bikini top and is pressing her bare breasts directly against my back.
“Sosuke, I heard you love oppai, but showing them to you directly is still kinda embarrassing for me,” she says, her voice shy but earnest.
“Y-yeah, no, this… this is already insanely amazing,” I manage, my brain short-circuiting.
Her two soft, warm orbs feel like they’re filled with pure bliss—comforting and perfect in every way.
“I-It’s embarrassing… but I’m glad you like it. Um, okay, I’ll start now,” she says, her voice trembling slightly.
“Please,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Shōko’s long fingers wrap around my rod.
“Whoa… it’s so hard… and, like, super hot…” she murmurs, her voice filled with awe.
And then, shush shush shush, her hand begins to move.
“Ngh, Shōko…” I groan, the sensation overwhelming.
“Feel good?” she asks, her tone hopeful.
“Y-yeah… aren’t you, like, really good at this?” I say, genuinely impressed.
“Let me make one thing clear—this is my first time doing anything like this, Sosuke!” she huffs, sounding almost offended.
“N-no, that’s not what I meant…” I backtrack, flustered.
“Shi-chan taught me how you like it. She even demonstrated using a wooden stick or something in the bath,” she explains, her voice a mix of indignation and amusement.
It seems the girls have been holding secret meetings, sharing details about my preferences and favorite techniques. But thanks to that, even this first time with Shōko feels incredible, so I can’t exactly complain.
Shush shush shush, shush shush shush, shush shush shush…
The pleasure builds steadily, and the moment of release approaches rapidly.
“Nn, there’s something dripping from the tip. That means it feels good, right?” Shōko asks, her voice curious.
“Y-yeah, it feels insanely good,” I gasp.
“Haha, you’re breathing so hard! That kinda makes me happy,” she says, a hint of pride in her voice.
While her right hand works me, her left hand moves to her chest, pressing her body even closer. I can feel her twin hills squishing and reshaping against my back, the sensation driving me wild.
“Hey, Sosuke. Guys call it ‘shiko-ru’ when they do it themselves, right?” she says suddenly.
“Y-yeah, so…?” I reply, caught off guard.
“Where does that come from?” she asks, genuinely curious.
“Huh? Uh, well, I think it’s from ‘shigoku,’ like rubbing something long. O-or maybe it’s onomatopoeia, like the sound—‘shiko shiko’—when you do it,” I explain, struggling to focus.
“Really? But it doesn’t actually sound like ‘shiko shiko,’ does it?” she counters, tilting her head.
“That’s just how it is!” I insist.
It’s like how a busty girl or one with thick thighs doesn’t make a sound when she walks, but manga adds ‘tayun’ or ‘muchi muchi’ sound effects—and honestly, those make it better.
“Hmm… Okay, then, should I say it? Like—shiko shiko, shiko shiko?” she suggests, her voice teasing.
“Guh!” I let out a strangled sound, caught off guard.
What a natural gyaru.
To think she’d say something so perfectly arousing without even knowing the context of ero content.
“W-wow, it twitched! I-It’s, like, bigger now, isn’t it? Did that really excite you that much?” she asks, her eyes wide.
“…If you’re okay with it, Shōko, could you say it again?” I ask, my voice low.
Realizing her words turned me on, she shivers slightly, a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
“Haha, sure, Sosuke. I’ll shiko shiko you lots,” she says, her voice playful.
Her hand movements sync with her words, the “shiko shiko” vibrating through my eardrums.
“Shiko shiko, shiko shiko, shiko shiko~! How’s that, Sosuke? Feel good? Happy?” she teases, her voice dripping with mischief.
“Shōko, I’m getting close!” I warn, my voice strained.
“It’s okay! I’ll keep saying it until you’re done. Oh, and Sosuke…” she says, trailing off.
Her left hand moves, and she holds something out in front of me—her bikini top.
“I’m still too shy to let you finish on my oppai directly… so at least use this. Is that… okay?” she asks, her voice hesitant.
The cups that were protecting her chest just moments ago now fill my vision. If this were a manga, steam would be rising from them with a ‘hoka hoka’ sound effect.
My excitement hits its peak.
“Not at all, Shōko, I’m almost—” I gasp.
“Okay. Shiko shiko, shiko shiko, shiko shiko, shiko shiko! Go ahead, Sosuke, shiko shiko, shiko shiko—ah!” she chants.
Her voice invades my brain, and her perfectly tailored stimulation pushes me over the edge. The moment of release arrives.
The white liquid spurts out, splattering the surroundings but mostly landing in the bikini cups, pooling inside them.
“Wow… Oh, right! Byu, byu, byu—until the last drop, finish on mine. Byu!” she says, mimicking Chiyu’s phrasing.
The fact that everyone’s catering to my kinks is beyond embarrassing—it’s an overwhelming luxury that makes my brain melt with excitement.
“Haa… haa… haa…” I pant, catching my breath.
“That’s… a lot. It really comes out like that?” Shōko says, her voice filled with wonder.
“It’s because you did it, Shōko. I got so excited…” I admit, still reeling.
I’ve never produced this much on my own. The sheer volume only started after coming to this uninhabited island, where beautiful girls have been taking care of me.
“R-really…? Oh, but, um… it’s still hard?” she points out, her eyes widening.
“I’m still too excited…” I confess, my face burning.
“S-so, I’m that attractive? Even though I can’t let you finish directly on my oppai like Shi-chan, you’re still this big,” she says, her voice a mix of pride and shyness.
She doesn’t seem to realize it, but offering her clothing for me to finish on is already pretty perverse in its own right.
“Y-yeah. Shōko, if you’re not against it…” I start, hesitating.
“Hey, don’t say it like that. Just ask me normally,” she interrupts, pouting.
“Shōko, please… do it one more time,” I say, my voice earnest.
“Hehe, okay! I’ll shiko shiko you as many times as you want. The first time was on the right cup, so next time on the left?” she teases, holding up the bikini.
There are two cups, after all—left and right.
…She’s doing it again, saying things that unconsciously stoke my excitement. Time for a little payback.
“Yeah, I want to finish on Shōko’s swimsuit,” I say, my voice low and deliberate.
“! T-that’s so ero, Sosuke, seriously. But—” she says, her face flushing.
Without hesitation, she wraps her right hand—still wet with my release—around my rod again.
“I might be too,” she adds, her voice soft but daring.
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“Sosuke, do you remember how we started talking?” Shōko asks as we ride Mashiro-kun on the way back from the sea.
I dig through my memories to answer.
“…It was right after we got put in the same class, wasn’t it? There was that idea for a class mixer,” I recall.
“Yup, yup,” she nods.
“Well, we didn’t end up going,” I add.
The venue was a karaoke place, and Chiyu wasn’t going to join. My childhood friend isn’t big on singing. I’m not great at it either, but I figured I’d go to the first one to be polite, even if I wasn’t thrilled.
“Yeah. That kid was lucky to find his key,” Shōko says.
On our way to the karaoke place for the mixer, we spotted a teary-eyed elementary school boy crouching by some bushes. Unable to ignore him, we asked what was wrong. He’d dropped his house key on his way home, and with his parents at work, he couldn’t get inside. He’d been searching but was at a loss when he couldn’t find it.
So, I decided to help him look. Shōko pitched in too.
“It took us until evening, though,” I say, chuckling.
It’s a classic lost-item scenario—you focus on the ground because you “dropped” it, but sometimes you look up and find it caught on a fence or something high up. I bet some kind passerby, not wanting to leave it on the ground, hung it there out of kindness, but the owner doesn’t think to check those spots.
“That day, I started thinking… Sosuke’s a really good guy,” Shōko says, her voice soft.
“I thought you were a kind gyaru,” I reply, smiling.
She lets out a small laugh—“What’s that?”—before continuing.
“Did you hear what the other kids in our class were saying back then?” she asks.
“Hm? No, I don’t remember,” I admit.
“Some were like, ‘Poor kid,’ or ‘I lost my key when I was little too,’ but most didn’t even look. Even the ones who reacted quickly moved on to stuff like, ‘How far’s the karaoke place?’ or ‘What should I sing?’” she explains, her tone tinged with frustration.
“That’s probably normal these days. People who try to help out of kindness can get treated like creeps,” I say, shrugging.
It’s tough—kids are taught to ignore strangers, so when they grow up and see a kid in trouble, they hesitate. From the kid’s perspective, they’re the “stranger” now, and that lesson sticks.
“That’s not it, Sosuke. They just thought it was a hassle. The mixer was more important because it could decide their place in the class or which group they’d end up in,” she says, her voice firm.
“…,” I stay silent, processing her words.
“But you didn’t hesitate. You encouraged the kid, saying, ‘We’ll definitely find it,’ and got down on your knees to search, not caring if your uniform got dirty,” she continues, her tone warm.
“…I don’t wanna be a hero, but I can’t just ignore someone struggling right in front of me. Besides, you helped too, didn’t you?” I point out.
That moment was the start of us talking, after all.
“You don’t remember? I was a bit late to join in. I sounded like I was judging the others, but I wasn’t much better. I hesitated for a second,” she confesses.
“Hesitated?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah. I guess I was unconsciously reading the room, trying not to ruin the ‘let’s all have fun’ vibe. But if helping a kid makes the mood awkward, who cares about that, right?” she says, her voice tinged with self-reflection.
“Hmm… people are different, aren’t they? Some are all about living their youth to the fullest. I’m not chasing that, so I just do what feels right,” I say, partly to defend our classmates but mostly because being praised for something normal feels awkward.
“A youth where you’re naturally kind to people is way better,” she says firmly.
Her words make it hard to argue further.
“…So that’s why you kept talking to me after that,” I realize.
Shōko isn’t just an “otaku-friendly gyaru” or “everyone’s friend.” She’s a girl who took a liking to me because of that incident.
“Yup. I didn’t expect you to be this ero, though,” she teases, giggling.
“Ugh,” I groan, caught off guard, and her laughter bubbles up before she continues in a gentler tone.
“But you’re exactly the kind person I thought you were.”
“Shōko…” I say, touched.
“Oh, and about the handkerchief,” she adds.
“The handkerchief… you mean the one you used to find me?” I ask.
When we were transferred, our initial gear was whatever we had when we left school the previous day—underwear for the girls, my undershirt, and the handkerchief Shōko borrowed from me that day. Combining “my handkerchief” with “Fenrir’s sense of smell,” she was able to track me down on the first day.
“That one. I didn’t forget to wash it… I, um, kept it dirty on purpose,” she admits, her voice shy.
“Huh? What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“I was happy you lent it to me… and, well, I thought it’d give me an excuse to talk to you for a day or two,” she explains.
She probably planned to say something like, “Sorry, I forgot to bring your handkerchief,” to spark a conversation, with me responding, “Oh, that? No rush.”
“Even you think about stuff like that, huh?” I say, surprised.
“It’s hard to find a reason to talk to someone you like…!” she protests, puffing out her cheeks.
“N-no, you’re right, I get it,” I say quickly, backpedaling.
Talking to someone you’re not close with is nerve-wracking, especially with class cliques and social hierarchies in the way. Thinking back, Shōko ignored all that to talk to me multiple times. Her courage hits me now, warming my chest.
“I mean it. If we get back to Earth, I’ll make sure to start conversations with you too,” I promise.
“…You better,” she says, her voice trembling with anticipation.
“Of course. Mochi mochi mochi,” I say, mimicking her occasional catchphrase.
“Pfft! Hahaha! Nice, let’s make it a trend…!” she laughs.
I’m not so sure, but seeing her smile makes it worth it.
Mashiro-kun slows down, and soon our house comes into view.
“Thanks, Mashiro-kun. Oh, when we get back, I’ll start on that Fenrir shelter,” I say.
Mashiro-kun lets out a happy bark, then leaps over the stone wall, landing at our base. He crouches to let us dismount, and Shōko and I slide off.
“Shōko, could you check if everyone’s back?” I ask.
“Got it!” she says, heading toward the entrance.
Just then, someone steps out—my silver-haired, blue-eyed childhood friend, Chiyu.
“Welcome-back ‘Beginner Heal,’” she says in her monotone voice.
A white light envelops us, washing away our fatigue. It’s incredibly helpful.
But, thanks to this, my stamina’s probably fully restored too.
“Welcome back, Chiyu-cchi!” Shōko calls out cheerfully.
“Welcome back. Looks like Chiyu and the others got back earlier than us,” I say, nodding toward my childhood friend.
“Mhm. Since you two are back, I’ll have Shi-chan start grilling the steaks. That okay?” Chiyu asks in her usual deadpan tone.
“Yay!” Shōko cheers, practically bouncing.
“I’ll join you all as soon as I finish building Mashiro-kun’s shelter,” I say.
Chiyu nods and heads back inside the house.
“Oh, since I saw Chiyu-cchi, can I just stay here and watch?” Shōko asks, turning to me.
“Sure,” I reply.
We move a short distance since Shōko suggested that the Fenrir shelter should be visible from her room. I generate and place the structure. All of a sudden, a building with a wooden roof and stone walls appears before us. The entrance is wide open, doghouse-style, but at a glance, its sturdy construction could pass for a warehouse.
“Whoa! It’s totally different from our house, huh?” Shōko exclaims, her eyes sparkling.
“The foundation’s the same—no base needed. But if I built it the same way as our house, Mashiro-kun’s weight might break the floor,” I explain.
“Oh, true!” she agrees, nodding enthusiastically.
The stone walls stand on their own, supporting a wooden roof placed on top.
“Hope Mashiro-kun likes it…” I say, a bit nervous.
“Mashiro! Your house is ready!” Shōko calls out.
At her voice, Mashiro-kun bounds over, his dazzling white, fluffy fur catching the light—a majestic, mythical giant wolf. He trots straight into the Fenrir shelter, plops down, and lets out a satisfied bark.
“He loves it!” Shōko translates, beaming.
“That’s a relief,” I say, grinning.
As we laugh together, a delicious aroma wafts over.
Sniff sniff. “This smells like—meat!” Shōko says, her nose twitching.
Before we left this morning, I placed the meat in the kitchen, so they must’ve started cooking without me needing to pull it out of my ‘Inventory.’
“Smells amazing,” I say, my mouth watering.
Shōko and I head inside to the living room, where the others are setting the table with dishes.
“Hey, welcome back, you two! Lunch is steak, as promised!” Shion says, her hair tied back as she carries plates, greeting us with a warm smile.
Chiyu and Minori are helping with the serving.
“Welcome back. Did Mashiro-san’s house get built?” Minori asks, her tone formal as always.
Looks like Chiyu filled her in.
“Yeah, he’s thrilled,” I reply.
“I’m starving! It looks so yummy! Let’s eat, let’s eat!” Shōko says, practically vibrating with excitement.
We all take our seats, say “Itadakimasu,” and dig in. Lunch consists of wild boar steak with a mushroom and herb soup, eaten with stone knives and forks.
“This is delicious…!” I exclaim, savoring the thick, chewy texture of the meat and the burst of flavorful juices.
“Yum yum!” Shōko chimes in, her cheeks stuffed.
“Hehe, thanks! But to take it up a notch, we’ll probably need more ingredients,” Shi-chan says, smiling modestly.
“Mhm. We need seasonings. For now, the ‘sa-shi-su-se-so’ besides salt,” Chiyu adds in her monotone.
‘Sa-shi-su-se-so’… let’s see, that’s sugar, salt, vinegar, soy sauce, and miso, right? Now that she mentions it, those would be game-changers.
“Hmm, vegetables and a staple food would be nice too. We explored the area around the base, but we didn’t find any vegetables commonly used in Japanese cooking. It’d be great if we could find grains like rice or wheat,” Minori says, her tone thoughtful.
“Shōko and I were talking about this, but it feels like stuff we use all the time in daily life—or things everyone knows about—aren’t placed here,” I say, sharing our earlier hypothesis.
Minori nods at my words.
“In our dreams, we’re given two choices, and one gets added as an ‘update,’ right? So, as Kudō-kun says, it makes sense that things we’d naturally want on this uninhabited island—things we know well and can use easily—are avoided in the initial setup to be used as choices later,” she reasons, her voice calm but analytical.
“It’s like we’re constantly being tested. Even the question about what we’d bring to an uninhabited island—they didn’t tell us abilities were an option,” Shion adds, her tone tinged with frustration.
“Mhm. There’s a decent amount of edible stuff on this island, but without knowledge or an ability like Sō-kun’s, it’s hard to even figure out what’s safe,” Chiyu says, her deadpan delivery unwavering.
“Seriously, if we hadn’t met Sosuke, this would’ve been a brutal survival game,” Shōko says, shuddering.
The conversation shifts to the dreams we had last night. It seems Chiyu, Shion, and Minori already discussed a lot during their exploration.
“It’s probably to discourage fighting among players,” Minori says, her tone serious.
I nod in agreement. The ‘Death Penalty’ is something to watch out for. If someone kills another or takes their own life, they’re hit with a minus 1,825 points. If you escape the island with zero points, that deduction means five years of coma after returning—a devastating blow that wipes out the rest of your youth. That’s a strong deterrent.
“And it’s also meant to make us feel positive about this uninhabited island life,” I add.
It’s not just about returning to our world—they’ve dangled rewards to keep us motivated. Beyond the ‘Survival Bonus’ extending our lifespan, there are bonus points, the ability to retain memories from the island after returning, and even keeping our abilities back on Earth. It’s a lot to take in.
“Yup. Knowing I can bring Mashiro-kun back with me totally fired me up. Well, I was already motivated, but still!” Shōko says, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.
“That’s hard to believe… A mythical beast in modern Japan would cause absolute chaos…” Minori says, her skepticism about the Mysterious Blackboard’s promised rewards evident.
“Hmm… In stories where supernatural powers exist in modern society, there’s often some trick or device that alters people’s perceptions,” I muse.
“Mhm, classic trope. If Fenrir’s recognized as just a ‘dog,’ or Sō-kun’s Crafting Ability is seen as ‘DIY,’ then keeping our abilities might be possible,” Chiyu says, her tone analytical despite her monotone.
“Shion’s insight could pass as ‘exceptional observation skills,’ and Chiyu’s healing could be brushed off as ‘medical expertise.’ Minori’s magic might be trickier, but basically, it’s about attaching a ‘plausible explanation’ function to our abilities,” I explain.
If it’s the Mysterious Blackboard, it could probably pull that off. But who knows how it’ll actually play out?
“I see. Given the island transfer and our special abilities, that wouldn’t be too surprising,” Minori says, nodding thoughtfully at my and Chiyu’s theory.
“For me, I’d be happier keeping the memories from this island. Honestly, the idea that we’d normally lose them when escaping freaked me out…” Shion says, her voice tinged with unease.
That’s true. Even if we forgot everything from the island, Chiyu and I are childhood friends, and Shōko was already my friend. But getting close to Shion only happened because of this situation. Forgetting that would suck for me too.
“I feel the same, Shion-san. I don’t know what these ‘specific conditions’ are, but I want to meet them and escape,” Minori says, her tone resolute.
“And, like, it’d be awesome if we could all escape together, right?” Shōko adds.
Everyone nods in unison at her words.
“Alright, then our immediate goal is ‘escaping together as a group.’ Plus, we’ll aim for ‘memory retention’ and ‘ability retention,’” I summarize.
It’s annoying to feel like we’re playing right into the Mysterious Blackboard’s hands, but there’s no helping it. If we were just dumped on an uninhabited island, anger at the unfairness would dominate. But knowing our lifespan can be extended or that we can aim for other rewards makes the ‘hardship’ feel like it comes with ‘compensation,’ dulling the frustration. Even someone desperate to return might push a bit harder if they know they can bring their ability back to Earth.
“Phew! Thanks for the meal, Shi-chan!” Shōko says, leaning back in her chair.
One by one, we thank Shion, the chef, with “Gochisousama.”
“Hehe, you’re welcome to my humble cooking,” Shion replies, her tone playful.
Cleaning up is easy—I store the dishes in my ‘Inventory,’ clean them, and later place them back in the kitchen. Honestly, this ability alone would be insanely useful back on Earth…
“Minori, you’ve got magic practice planned for the afternoon, but before that, how about we compare what both teams found during exploration?” I suggest.
“Yes, let’s do that,” Minori agrees.
“Let’s do it! Our team got a ton thanks to Mashiro-kun. Right, Sosuke?” Shōko says, pumping her fist.
“Yeah, we can even make scented soap now,” I add.
We focused on gathering materials for that outside of our sea trip. The girls light up at my words.
There are apparently different categories of scents, but I was told simple ones like ‘citrus’ for lemony smells and ‘floral’ for flowers. Using Mashiro-kun’s sense of smell, we tracked them down.
“Uh, for floral, we got ‘geranium.’ For citrus, ‘lemongrass.’ And for herbs, ‘chamomile.’ Try these out for now, and if there’s something with a better scent in each category, we’ll look again,” I say, laying out the gathered items on the table.
The girls lean in to inspect them.
“Wow…! Lemongrass and chamomile can be used for herbal tea too. This is exciting!” Shi-chan says, clapping her hands in delight.
We also have sand, seawater, seaweed, a small amount of seashells, and sea sponges. I confirmed that the island’s sand and some sea sponges can yield ‘silica,’ so we should be able to make glass. The sea sponges can also be turned into natural sponges. Bit by bit, our lifestyle’s getting more comfortable, and it’s honestly pretty fun.
“Our team gathered mushrooms, nuts, and herbs that Kudō-kun’s ability confirmed as edible. But we made three discoveries,” Minori says, her tone measured.
“Three!?” Shōko exclaims, her eyes wide.
Minori glances at Chiyu, who nods and speaks up.
“The first is that we found a water source,” Chiyu says.
According to my childhood friend, a lake appeared within walking distance—a lake that wasn’t there yesterday.
“Oh, the ‘water source’ addition,” I realize.
“Mhm. The Mysterious Blackboard’s actually changing the environment,” Chiyu confirms.
The ‘meat’ placement could maybe be explained as releasing animals, but altering the environment is undeniable proof. For now, it seems the Mysterious Blackboard isn’t lying—though that’s with the caveat of “so far.”
“With the water source, we won’t need to keep sending Sosuke-kun to the sea every time we run low,” Shi-chan says, smiling.
“True, that’ll make things a lot easier,” I agree.
“The second is… this,” Shi-chan says, pulling something from a basket—grapes.
“Grapes!?” Shōko gasps, her eyes widening.
But the berries look awfully small. When I ‘Itemization’ them, it reads ‘wild grapes.’
“They’re ‘wild grapes,’ apparently,” I say.
“So we can eat them?” Shōko asks eagerly.
“It says ‘edible,’ but—” I start.
“Yay! Nom—Sour!?” Shōko yelps, sprinting to the window to spit them out.
Shi-chan gives a wry smile, Minori looks troubled, and Chiyu remains expressionless as ever.
“Yup, just because something’s edible doesn’t mean it tastes good raw,” I say, chuckling.
“Ugh… you could’ve warned me!” Shōko whines, pouting.
“Um, Minori-chan taught me this, but if they’re wild grapes, we can make jam, juice, dried fruit—and even wine,” Shion explains, her tone excited.
Having access to sweets and drinks is awesome, but from Shi-chan’s phrasing, wine’s probably the big deal.
“Shi-chan, you drink wine?” Shōko asks, tilting her head.
“Hehe, I’ve never had alcohol,” Shi-chan replies, giggling.
“Oh, I get it—vinegar and alcohol, right?” I say, connecting the dots.
“Exactly…!” Shi-chan confirms, her eyes sparkling.
With only salt for our ‘sa-shi-su-se-so’ seasonings, vinegar’s a huge addition.
“Nice. I’ll start generating stuff soon,” I say, excited about the expanded cooking possibilities.
“The third discovery—could you ‘Itemization’ this, please?” Minori asks, placing a short, leafy root vegetable on the table, resembling a daikon.
“A daikon? Wait, no, it’s gotta be something else. Daikon’s too well-known to just be growing here!” Shōko says, wary after the wild grapes incident.
I ‘Itemization’ it, and—
“‘Sugar beet’?” I read aloud.
“Huh? ‘Genius’ is a bit much, Sosuke-kun. I mean, learning from mistakes is great, and I could praise you more, but—” Shōko starts, misunderstanding.
“No, no, that’s its name,” I clarify.
“What!?” she exclaims.
“I knew it…! So it’s a sugar beet!” Minori says, raising her voice in triumph, clearly thrilled her guess was correct.
It clicks for me too.
“So we can get sugar from this!?” I say, my excitement matching hers.
No wonder she’s hyped. Back in Japan, sugar was a convenience store staple, but on this island, it’s a treasure we’d kill for. We’ve been eating meat and treating mushrooms like a staple, but seasoning’s been mostly salt with a touch of dashi. Now, the king of sweetness—sugar—has arrived.
“On day three, the path to snacks and sweets opens…?” I muse, barely containing my excitement.
Even Chiyu, usually expressionless, is fidgeting.
“Now I’m craving wheat…” I say, my mind racing.
“With eggs, we could make… hotcakes,” Chiyu says, practically drooling audibly.
We have sheep’s milk, water, sugar, and butter—or can generate them easily. With flour and eggs, hotcakes are within reach.
“Wheat might depend on the next survey… I want to make bread and cookies too, and with breadcrumbs, we could make wild boar tonkatsu,” Shi-chan says, her tone wistful.
“Tonkatsu!” Shōko exclaims, reacting with the enthusiasm of a teenage boy.
“If it’s a survey, it’ll probably be like ‘wheat or rice,’ which is kinda nerve-wracking,” I say, frowning.
“Could be… Wheat or rice… That’s a tough choice,” Minori agrees, her brow furrowing.
We want both, so being forced to choose sucks. But that’s exactly why they’d make it a two-option deal. Will the unchosen option reappear in another survey later? Or will it be gone for good?
“Man, you three’s discoveries were pretty amazing too,” Shōko says, nodding repeatedly in admiration.
“Yeah. We’ll definitely want more wild grapes and sugar beets,” I say.
“Oh, then can I borrow Mashiro-kun’s help for an afternoon exploration?” Shi-chan asks, her enthusiasm sparked by the cooking potential.
“Of course!” Shōko replies, mimicking Mashiro-kun’s catchphrase.
“It’s great we found these, but without Kudō-kun’s ability, we wouldn’t have had the leeway to care,” Minori says, her tone grateful.
“Mhm. Normally, you’d focus on what’s edible now. No one would think to make vinegar from wild grapes. Thanks to Sō-kun, we can act with some mental breathing room,” Chiyu adds, her monotone voice carrying a hint of warmth.
“It’s like the Mysterious Blackboard has some agenda, placing stuff that’s useful but requires extra steps or knowledge,” I say, echoing my earlier talk with Shōko.
If apples were just growing here, things would be way simpler. But ‘obvious’ stuff like that isn’t placed. Without knowledge or an ability like mine, you’d have to either risk eating unknown things or go hungry. Observing our varied reactions might be part of the Mysterious Blackboard’s goal.
Minori seemed to identify the sugar beet even without ‘Inventory,’ so someone like her could probably survive alone if she got the hang of it. Still, it’s a harsh survival life for a high school girl.
“So… ‘Sasu-So,’ right?” Shōko says, bringing back the catchphrase.
“As expected, Sō-kun,” Chiyu jumps in immediately.
“Sasuga, Sosuke-kun,” Shi-chan adds, joining the bandwagon with surprising enthusiasm.
All eyes turn to Minori, who’s now in the spotlight. I’m about to tell everyone to ease up when—
She fidgets, her face flushing, but opens her mouth.
“S-s-sa, sa—‘Sasuga ne, Kudō-kun!’” Minori stammers, her face flushed as she joins in.
The other three let out an “Ooh!” in unison, clearly impressed. Minori’s trying her best to fit in, in her own way. I decide it’s not the moment to tease her.
“Thanks. But I couldn’t live like this without all of you. Keep lending me your strength, okay?” I say earnestly.
The four girls nod in response, each in their own way, affirming our bond.
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I successfully generated ‘vinegar’ and ‘alcohol’ from ‘wild grapes.’
I successfully generated ‘sugar’ from ‘sugar beets.’
And, at long last, I managed to generate ‘glass.’
From ‘ashes of kelp and other plants,’ I produced ‘sodium carbonate.’ From ‘seashells,’ I made ‘calcium carbonate.’ And from ‘sand and certain sea sponges,’ I extracted ‘silica.’ Combining these allowed me to craft glass.
For now, I stored the ‘vinegar’ and ‘sugar’ in glass bottles and handed them to Shi-chan.
“Fwooo…! Thank you, Sosuke-kun!” Shi-chan said, her eyes sparkling more than usual as she accepted them. She must’ve been really struggling with the lack of seasonings as the group’s chef—or maybe it’s just the allure of sugar.
We can deal with things like window glass later.
As promised, it’s time for magic training with the ponytail class president, Minori.
“By the way, Minori, could you make a large amount of hot water during your magic practice? Would that be okay?” I ask.
“Of course, for the bath, right? I’m happy to help,” she replies, her tone formal but cooperative.
The other three have gone exploring on Mashiro-kun’s back, so we don’t need to worry about prying eyes. I place a stone bathtub a short distance away and fill it with water. Minori uses ‘Fireball’ to heat the water. Once it’s boiling, I store the entire stone bathtub in my ‘Inventory,’ then place just the bathtub back out. We refill it with water, and she casts ‘Fireball’ again, repeating the process.
To double as training, she increases the distance with each shot, improving her magic accuracy and range.
“Wow, you’re barely missing a stationary target,” I say, impressed.
“Thank you. But I’m aiming for the center of the bathtub each time, and there’s still some deviation,” she says, her voice tinged with self-criticism.
“Fine-tuning like that probably takes a lot of practice,” I note.
“Yes. So, if there’s ever a need for magic, please don’t hesitate to ask. It’d help me improve,” she says earnestly.
“I’ll do that,” I promise.
“And… eventually, I’d like you to join me for moving targets… like hunting,” she adds, fidgeting nervously.
“A rematch, huh? We’ve still got plenty of boar meat, so… maybe goats or deer? Though I’d love some beef too,” I muse.
“Cattle are domesticated, so it’s unlikely they’d appear as wild animals in a forest… but on this island, anything’s possible,” Minori says, her tone analytical yet open to the island’s quirks.
“Either way, I’m down for hunting,” I say enthusiastically.
If Minori can hit moving targets with her magic, she’ll be a reliable asset in combat. I don’t like to think about it, but the Mysterious Blackboard might force us to fight monsters or even other transferees. Having battle-ready abilities can only help.
After boiling a ton of water, we move to a nearby area for some logging.
“By the way, Kudō-kun, could you talk to me while I work? It’d help me maintain focus,” Minori suggests.
“Oh, that’s a great idea,” I say, nodding.
In real combat, conditions won’t be as calm as during practice. Getting used to distractions or noisy environments now is a smart move.
“Alright, let’s see… Oh, we went to the sea today, and I managed to make ‘bittern’ from seawater,” I say.
Minori casts ‘Wind Cutter,’ and a tree falls at a slight distance.
“I see. It seems your recognition plays a role in what can be ‘Itemized,’” she observes, her tone thoughtful.
“Yeah. Thinking about it, I should’ve noticed when all trees were just labeled ‘timber’…” I admit, scratching my head.
In the games I played, that was normal, so it took me a while to catch on. Actually, Chiyu pointed out on day one that I couldn’t extract ‘bittern.’ It was Minori who helped me realize there was a way to ‘Itemization’ it.
When we sheared wool, I couldn’t find ‘lanolin,’ but after talking with Minori, I checked again, and it appeared in my ‘Inventory.’
“How much did you get?” she asks.
“A pretty huge amount. Probably includes day one’s share too,” I reply.
As expected, my ‘Inventory’ doesn’t show all items outright—it displays them in a way I can understand and use effectively.
“Your ability seems to have a lot of potential for expansion,” Minori says, her voice intrigued.
“Expansion?” I ask, tilting my head.
“Not all trees are suitable for construction, yet your ability labels all of them as ‘timber’ and makes them usable for building houses. That suggests ‘Itemization’ might have a special function,” she explains.
“Oh, I get it,” I say, the pieces clicking.
My ‘Crafting Ability’ is inspired by games. In the ones I played, trees were harvested from set spots, and the wood was ranked as ‘crude timber,’ ‘normal timber,’ or ‘high-quality timber.’ Within those categories, you could use them for various tools or buildings. Since my ability’s built from that mindset, ‘Inventory’ isn’t just storage—it applies a special ‘Itemization’ process.
If that’s the case, my ability’s even more of a cheat than I thought. Depending on my imagination, I can use vague categories like ‘timber’ universally, or with enough knowledge, I can extract specific components from something like seawater.
“You’re pretty smart, Minori,” I say, genuinely impressed.
“…Studying’s all I’m good at,” she replies, her voice tinged with self-deprecation.
“That’s not true. You’re working hard as class president, and you’ve got responsibility, ambition, and teamwork skills,” I counter, listing her strengths.
“S-stop it. You’ll throw off my magic,” she says, her cheeks reddening.
Seeing her flustered, I lean into the training excuse to keep going.
“No, you’ve gotta stay focused even if you’re being showered with praise. You don’t just show off your knowledge—you use it to fill in gaps for others, which helps a ton,” I say sincerely.
“Kudō-kun, you’re the one who’s kind, acting the same as you did in Japan despite this situation. With an ability that amazing, it wouldn’t be surprising if you changed, but you haven’t,” she retorts, turning the tables.
Like those manga tropes where people get power or wealth and become arrogant? Oh, wait—Minori did mention meeting two guys here who gave her creepy looks.
“Maybe I’m just a coward,” I joke, shrugging.
“No, it’s the opposite. People who get cocky from temporary success or environmental changes are the small-minded ones. Someone like you, who stays steady no matter the circumstances… that’s a strong heart,” she says, her voice firm.
I meant to fluster her, but now I’m the one blushing.
“Haha, thanks,” I say, scratching my cheek.
“No, thank you. Unlike the other three, I know I’m not cute, but you treat me in a way that doesn’t make me feel that, and I’m really grateful,” she says, her voice soft but sincere.
“Huh? No way, I’ve never thought you’re less than the other three,” I say, surprised.
“You’re lying. I’ve heard what people say in class—‘not cute,’ ‘annoying,’ ‘preachy,’ ‘sharp-eyed,’ and tons more…” she says, her voice heavy.
So, serious Minori took heartless gossip to heart… Or maybe it’s not just high school—maybe she’s been hearing this stuff for years. If so, it’s no wonder the accumulated weight of others’ words has shaped her self-image.
“I don’t know about that, but I never said those things,” I point out.
“…I know. You’re not the type to say stuff like that, Kudō-kun,” she acknowledges, her voice softening.
“Then let me tell you what I think. Minori, you’re beautiful, reliable, I want to learn more from you, and your sharp eyes are super charming,” I say, laying it out.
“—!” Minori freezes, her staff still raised.
“It’s up to you whether you believe me, your teammate, or the jerks talking behind your back,” I add.
After a moment, she murmurs, still facing away, “…I want to believe you, Kudō-kun.”
“Then do that. I don’t rank you four against each other,” I say firmly.
“…There may not be a ranking, but there are differences, right?” she says, turning to face me.
Her face is bright red.
“If you really think I’m attractive too…” she starts, stepping closer, then another step, until she delicately grabs my sleeve.
“Will you let me join your harem?” she asks, her glistening eyes looking up at me.
My heart skips a beat. To think the ultra-serious class president would say the word harem…
“M-Minori, are you sure about this…?” I ask, my voice shaky.
“Y-yes. The girls have already discussed it, and I’m on board. Besides, improper interactions between boys and girls are defined as ‘actions that hinder the healthy development of youths,’ but in peaceful Japan, maybe. On this uninhabited island, worrying about healthy development isn’t practical,” she explains, her formal tone clashing with the topic.
Rules change with time and place—‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do.’ It’s obvious when you think about it, but not many can switch mindsets so smoothly.
“I-I see,” I stammer.
“You’re the center of this group, Kudō-kun. Even without doing anything, you wouldn’t discriminate among us, but relying on your kindness like that isn’t healthy,” she says, her voice resolute.
Shi-chan said something similar. For her, it was partly because her ‘Lie-Detecting Ability’ hasn’t been super useful yet, but…
“Minori, you’re already contributing tons with your magic and knowledge,” I point out.
Her face falls, looking hurt.
“S-so, I’m not attractive enough?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“No way! That’s not it… It’s just, you’re so serious, I don’t want you to make a choice you’d regret back on Earth,” I explain, my words fumbling.
The difference between doing something willingly and feeling cornered is huge.
“I won’t regret it. I… I’ve always had a good impression of you, Kudō-kun,” she confesses, her voice barely audible.
“R-really?” I ask, stunned.
“D-don’t laugh, okay…?” she says, prefacing her story.
It was after class one day. The teacher, too lazy to carry the students’ notebooks to the staff room, dumped the task on the class president. It was a regular occurrence—normally, Minori and the male vice president would split the work. But that day, the vice president was absent.
The teacher left without noticing, and Minori, often ostracized in class, didn’t feel she could ask for help. She figured she’d make two trips alone.
“B-but… you offered to help, Kudō-kun,” she says, her voice warm.
“Oh, yeah, I remember that,” I say, the memory surfacing.
“Some kids noticed the vice president was gone and were snickering, watching what I’d do. I couldn’t bring myself to ask for help. Then you spoke up, and I was so happy,” she says, her eyes softening.
“Maybe I just helped because you’re pretty,” I tease, grinning.
“Hehe, no way. After that, I started watching you more, and I realized you’re someone who helps people like it’s second nature,” she says, her voice full of admiration.
So that’s why, after her bad encounter with those two guys post-transfer, she trusted me so quickly when we reunited.
“…So, you’re really okay with this?” I ask, my voice serious.
“Y-yes. I… I wouldn’t mind doing… indecent things with you, Kudō-kun,” she says, her face flaming.
Hearing that, holding back becomes impossible.
I take her hand and lead her to a nearby tree’s shade.
“Sorry, I don’t think I can wait until we’re back at the house,” I admit, my voice low.
“! I-It’s fine. I think I’d be too distracted at the house, worrying about the others coming back…” she says, her voice trembling but resolute.
Under the great tree, we lock eyes, and Minori closes hers, as if expecting something. I gently press my lips to her glossy ones.
“Nn… I-I did it… with Kudō-kun,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.
The fact that Minori, so strict with herself and others, is opening up to me like this sparks an indescribable thrill. Unable to resist, I kiss her again.
She looks briefly surprised but doesn’t pull away, accepting it fully. Our breathing grows ragged, our bodies pressing closer. When she opens her eyes, our gazes tangle up close. Her usual sharp, composed demeanor is gone, replaced by a feverish expression and melted eyes.
Knowing I’m the one drawing this out of her sends my excitement skyrocketing.
“K-Kudō-kun, something’s… pressing against my stomach…” she says, her voice breathless.
“Sorry, Minori. You’re just too attractive…” I say, my voice low and strained.
Minori’s gaze drops, her eyes locking onto the bulge in my pants. She swallows hard, her throat making a small gulp sound.
“Y-you’re… aroused because of me?” she asks, her tone academic, as if she’s reciting from a textbook.
It’s probably just knowledge she’s gleaned from books, but hearing such words from her sends an unexpected thrill through me.
“Y-yeah…” I admit, my face burning.
“Don’t apologize, Kudō-kun. Um… would it be alright if I… helped you with ejaculation?” she asks, her face still flushed but her voice steady with determination.
“P-please,” I manage, my voice barely a whisper.
Minori kneels before me, her hands trembling slightly as she unbuckles my belt. She pulls down my pants and underwear, revealing my rock-hard member, standing tall and exposed.
“Th-this is Kudō-kun’s… penis,” she says, her voice a mix of awe and clinical observation.
“Minori… ‘penis’ is a bit…” I say, cringing at the formality.
“S-sorry! Then… um… uh… o-chin○n?” she stammers, her panic leading her to that word.
For someone as serious as Minori, who likely never delved into risqué books or internet slang, that must be the only term she could pull from—probably something she overheard in childhood from cheeky boys or kids’ anime.
“I-is that wrong? Um, if you tell me what to say, I’ll use that…” she says, her eyes searching mine, almost pleading.
It’s like with Shōko—Minori’s lack of sexual knowledge somehow makes her innocence even more arousing. I’ve learned this since coming to this uninhabited island.
“N-no, it’s fine. That’s good,” I reassure her, my voice shaky.
“Really? Then… I’ll stimulate Kudō-kun’s o-chin○n with my hands and do my best to guide you to ejaculation,” she declares, her formal phrasing clashing hilariously with the situation.
Her words alone are almost enough to push me over the edge, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. When her hands finally make contact, she grips me gently with both, murmuring, “Amazing… it’s so hot and hard…” as if genuinely fascinated.
“M-Minori… move your hands,” I urge, the sensation already intense.
“Y-yes, of course. Sexual pleasure requires stimulation, right?” she says, nodding as if confirming a fact.
Her hands begin to move—kosu kosu… kosu kosu… kosu kosu—careful and slow, almost delicate. The hands that usually grip a mechanical pencil for studying are now wrapped around my rod, earnestly trying to please me. Gradually, her movements speed up, as if recalling something.
Shushu… shushu… shushu.
“No way… Minori, did Shion teach you too?” I ask, piecing it together.
“Y-yes. She taught me… how you like it. Just in case… this might happen. I-I was worried I wouldn’t be able to make you feel good with my hands…” she admits, her voice tinged with insecurity.
“That’s not true at all,” I reassure her.
“S-so… is it feeling good?” she asks, her eyes searching mine.
“Y-yeah…” I nod vigorously, unable to form full sentences.
She lets out a relieved sigh, her expression softening. “Good. If you have any requests, please let me know. I’ll do my best to make you feel good… Oh, this is—”
Precum drips out, staining her pale hands.
“Urethral gland fluid… Cowper’s fluid, right? It’s secreted during sexual arousal… S-so you’re really excited, aren’t you? Hehe… It’s really colorless, odorless, and has just the right viscosity… Should I keep stimulating like this?” she says, her academic curiosity kicking in as she studies it.
Nyuru… nuru… Her slick hands continue working my rod, the sensation amplified by the wetness. She seems to be enjoying both her intellectual curiosity and the realization that she’s pleasing me, her face gradually lighting up with a delighted, almost sultry smile. It’s not the innocent expression she usually wears but a heated, lascivious one—utterly unlike the usual Minori and insanely erotic. That pushes me right to the edge.
“Minori, I’m…!” I warn, my voice strained.
“W-what? Oh, wait just a moment, I forgot to prepare—” she says, flustered.
“Guh…!” I groan, unable to hold back.
Byuru byuru! The white liquid spurts out, splattering her uniform. My vision flashes, and my hips tremble with the overwhelming pleasure. The pulsing continues for a while, and when it finally subsides, I look down at Minori.
For some reason, she’s pale, her expression like she’s made a grave mistake.
“Minori…?” I ask, concerned.
“I-I’m so sorry, Kudō-kun. I got carried away and skipped steps…” she says, her voice trembling.
“Steps?” I ask, confused.
“Shion-san told me you like finishing on chests and to subtly unbutton my uniform, but I forgot. And Chiyu-san taught me a chant for when you’re about to ejaculate to make it feel good, but I panicked and couldn’t say it…” she explains, her voice heavy with regret.
It’s true—the other three seem to have shared all these details about my preferences. They don’t need to follow my kinks so precisely, but Minori’s clearly upset that she couldn’t execute what she was taught.
“Minori, it’s okay. It was… really good,” I say, trying to comfort her.
“N-no, it’s not! W-wait, could you give me another chance? I’ll do it right next time. I’ll try to be like the others. Please… don’t be disappointed,” she pleads, clinging to my waist.
She’s always been like this—when she missed a shot at a boar or accidentally cut down the wrong tree, her strong sense of responsibility makes her fear failure intensely.
“I’m not disappointed, I swear,” I say firmly.
“B-but…” she protests, her eyes glistening.
“If you’re willing to do it again, that’d be amazing. But don’t misunderstand—this isn’t about making up for anything. The first time was incredible, and that’s why I want you to do it again,” I explain, hoping to ease her worries.
“R-really…? You’re not disappointed?” she asks, her voice small.
“No way. Just thinking about you doing it again…” I trail off, glancing down.
Her eyes widen as she sees I’m already hard again, despite just finishing.
“K-Kudō-kun’s o-chin○n… it’s erect again,” she says, her voice a mix of surprise and awe.
“Y-yeah. So… can I ask you to do it one more time?” I say, my voice hopeful.
“Y-yes, leave it to me…!” she declares, her determination returning.
She reaches for the buttons of her now-stained uniform, revealing her underwear. It’s a plain gray sports bra, no-frills and practical, but it suits Minori perfectly, enhancing her charm.
“I should’ve exposed it from the start,” she says, chiding herself.
“Um… doesn’t it feel gross? This is pretty… indecent, right?” I ask, concerned.
“It does feel a bit perverse, but… like I said, I don’t mind if it’s with you,” she says, her voice soft but resolute.
“I-I see…” I stammer, my heart racing.
“And… I want the person I like to be happy,” she adds, her words making my arousal spike even more.
Bitan! It’s so hard it slaps against my stomach.
“Eek… T-that’s incredible… Um, Kudō-kun, I’ll start again,” she says, her voice trembling with excitement.
After that, she works me until her underwear is completely white, wringing me dry.
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I got so caught up in the excitement that we spent more time on indecent acts than magic practice. To make sure it wasn’t just me feeling good, I reciprocated for Minori, like I did with Chiyu and Shōko. Her shy reactions were so adorable that I got hard again, and when she noticed, she reached out once more… The cycle repeated, and time melted away.
After cleaning up with wet towels and ‘Inventory’ re-placement, Minori stands, her face still flushed.
“W-we should head back, right?” she says, her voice soft.
“Yeah. It’s already sunset…” I say, glancing at the sky.
“S-sorry, it’s my fault…” she says, looking guilty.
“No, no, it’s not like that…” I reassure her, both of us blushing.
With this, I’ve now done something erotic with all four of my teammates. In Japan, this’d get me stabbed, but miraculously, everyone’s on board—a dreamlike situation.
“K-Kudō-kun…?” Minori calls, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I ask.
“Um… if it’s okay… could we… hold hands?” she asks, her voice hesitant.
“Oh, sure,” I say, surprised.
It’s my first time getting a request like this. I gently take her hand, and despite all the intense things we just did, it makes me oddly nervous.
“Thank you… I know it doesn’t suit me, but I’ve always wanted to do this,” she says, her voice soft with longing.
“There’s no ‘suits’ or ‘doesn’t suit.’ I’ve seen couples holding hands and felt jealous before,” I admit, smiling.
“You… never did this with Chiyu-san?” she asks, her tone surprised.
“Maybe when we were in elementary school, but not since middle school,” I say, thinking back.
“R-really…?” she says, her voice tinged with delight.
“Hey, Kudō-kun,” she says again.
“Hm?” I respond.
“Um, I couldn’t do it well before, but… can I call you by your first name?” she asks, her voice shy.
“Yeah, call me whatever you want,” I say, nodding.
“Then… can I call you Sosuke-san?” she asks, her eyes hopeful.
“Sure. Even just Sosuke is fine,” I offer.
“No… Sosuke-san, please,” she insists, her voice firm.
“Got it. Is it okay if I keep calling you Minori?” I ask.
“Yes. Nice to meet you again, Sosuke-san,” she says, smiling.
“Yeah, same here,” I reply, returning her smile.
“Um… if you ever feel the urge, please let me know,” she says, her voice earnest.
“Minori… saying stuff like that makes a guy get cocky,” I warn, half-joking.
“Hehe, a little cockiness might suit you, Sosuke-san. You’re usually too kind,” she teases, her tone playful.
“Alright, then I won’t hold back,” I say, grinning.
“I’ll be waiting expectantly,” she replies, her eyes sparkling.
“I might ask so much you get sick of it,” I joke.
“If I really disliked it, I’m sure you’d stop… But don’t worry. I’d never feel that way about you wanting me,” she says, leaning her head lightly on my shoulder.
Damn… Minori’s too cute. Actually, aren’t all four of them way too attractive? Hand in hand, we head back to the base. When we arrive, we let go at the entrance and step inside.
“I’m back!” I call out.
“Welcome back! Shi-chan, they’re here!” Shōko’s voice echoes from the living room.
“Sosuke-kun! Sorry to ask right after you’re back, but can you help with something?” Shi-chan calls.
“Sure,” I reply.
“Hehe, Sosuke-san’s quite the popular guy,” Minori says, her tone teasing.
“It’s just the ‘Crafting Ability’ being handy,” I say, shrugging.
“There you go saying stuff like that again,” she chides, smiling.
As we pass through the living room, Chiyu casts “Welcome-back ‘Beginner Heal’” on us. Then, Shōko and Chiyu flank Minori, dragging her off. “Minorin, you were out late, huh? Had quite a time, didn’t you?” Shōko teases, while Chiyu adds, “Mhm. Spill everything. Information sharing’s critical.”
“I-I get it! I’ll tell you everything properly!” Minori protests as they pull her away.
I head to the kitchen, poking my head in. “Shi-chan, what do you need me to make?” I ask.
“Hmm, can you make ‘balsamic vinegar’ from ‘wild grapes’?” she asks, pointing to baskets filled with ‘wild grapes’ and ‘sugar beets,’ which I store in my ‘Inventory.’
“I’ve heard the name, but…” I say, unfamiliar with it.
“Oh, sorry! It’s a vinegar made by aging concentrated grape juice for a long time,” she explains.
“Got it. So, I’ll extract ‘juice’ from ‘wild grapes’ and generate ‘balsamic vinegar’ from that… Oh, I got a Recipe!” I say, seeing it pop up.
Seasonings seem to be craftable. Skipping the aging process is one of my ‘Crafting Ability’s’ perks.
“Sasuga, Sosuke-kun…!” Shion exclaims, her eyes sparkling.
“What’s this for?” I ask, curious.
“Fufu, that’s a surprise for when it’s done!” she says, her tone mischievous.
Since becoming our chef, Shi-chan’s been radiating energy. It’s partly her love for cooking, but I think it’s also the joy of finding her role in this situation.
“Your cooking’s always delicious, so I’m looking forward to it,” I say, smiling.
“Thanks…! Oh, and—” she adds.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Can you tell Minori-chan I’ll want to hear all about it later too?” she says, her tone playful but pointed.
“…Y-yeah, got it,” I reply, my face heating up.
Sure, we were a bit late, but all three of them picking up on it with their woman’s intuition is almost too much. I leave the kitchen and, after a moment’s hesitation, head to the bath. I want to wash up first, but I also have an idea in mind.
Passing through the changing area, I reach the open-air bath setup. I place a large stone bathtub and add a roof overhead. To keep it storable in my ‘Inventory,’ I avoided embedding the roof in the ground like a foundation. But I can’t have it collapsing either.
My solution’s simple: I place large rocks with holes at the four corners of the bath and fit pillars into them. Technically, I generated the roof with the pillars already perfectly fitted into the rocks’ holes. It’s like those banner stands at convenience stores—not fixed to the ground but stabilized with weights.
Thanks to my ‘Crafting Ability,’ I could carve clean holes in the stone and place the roof fully assembled. It’s easy to store and won’t topple easily. While I’m at it, I store the wooden partitions and replace them with tall stone walls. No more worrying about wind knocking them over—it’s starting to feel like a proper open-air bath.
I fill the tub with hot water, dilute it to the right temperature, and wash up.
“Come to think of it, body soap and shampoo are different, so there’s gotta be some distinction, right…?” I muse.
I’ll ask the girls later and see if I can make them. I vaguely think it’s about skin irritation or moisturizing ingredients, but I’m not sure.
While soaking lightly, I generate scented soaps for the girls. “Phew… I’m craving something sweet, but sugar by itself’s kinda…” I say, trailing off.
I try making cotton candy on a whim, but it fails. Snacks must count as cooking. Even my cheat ‘Crafting Ability’ has limits.
“…Oh, what about rock candy?” I wonder.
That’s just sugar crystals, so maybe it won’t count as cooking. “Yes! It worked!” I say, generating some.
I pop a piece in my mouth. “S-so sweet…!” I exclaim, the intense sweetness hitting my brain hard after so long without obvious sugar.
“Yeah… I’ll share this with everyone later,” I decide.
Shi-chan might know some recipes using it, and even just sucking on a piece or two is plenty fun. After the sugar mostly dissolves in my mouth, I store the stone bathtub and dry off before heading back inside. As I do, a delicious aroma tickles my nose.
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"Yum-myyy!"
Shōko’s shout of admiration echoed across the dining table.
"Fufu, I'm glad it pleases you."
The main dish for dinner was ‘Wild Boar Spare Ribs Stir-Fried with Balsamic Vinegar’.
"It’s seriously tasty. This sweet and salty combo... man, it really makes me crave rice..."
As a high school boy, I naturally craved rice to go with meat, but I felt that urge particularly strongly with this dish.
"Fufu. I want rice too. Honestly, I’d also love some pepper, potato starch, and garlic, but I suppose we’ll have to hope for those in our future explorations."
"Nn. If it expands Shī-chan’s cooking repertoire, I’ll happily go exploring."
Chiyu spoke while munching away at the meat. I was in complete agreement.
If finding new ingredients meant Shion’s repertoire would increase, I’d be even more fired up than usual.
"The salad is delicious, too. Is this balsamic vinegar as well?"
"Yeah. Since we’ve been eating the vegetables raw until now, they feel even tastier this way, don't they?"
We were getting to the point where we really wanted rice or wheat, but everything depended on the Mysterious Blackboard.
Dinner was finished with everyone clearing their plates, and it was time for the women to take their baths.
We wore our uniforms from morning until evening, then changed into wool or linen loungewear for the bath. We’d sleep in those, then change back into our uniforms after waking up in the morning.
"That reminds me, Minori. What’s the actual difference between soap and shampoo?"
At my question, Minori touched a finger to her chin, thinking.
"Let’s see... There are different types of shampoo. You can wash your hair with soap, but since it’s alkaline, it’s quite harsh on the hair strands. If you were to make a shampoo, Sosuke-san, you should aim for an amino acid-based one. If you mix in that moisturizer we found on the island, I believe you could create something very gentle for the hair."
"Oh, really? Well, we can wash our bodies with soap for now, so teach me how to make that amino acid shampoo."
"Yes, of course."
By taking our acquired ‘Sodium Carbonate’ and ‘Water’, adding the ‘Fats’ Minori selected, and then mixing in ‘Glutamic Acid’ extracted from things like kelp, the generation of amino acid shampoo became possible.
I also added a moisturizer called ‘Squalane’, which apparently was a byproduct obtained when shearing wool. After Minori taught me about it, it had been added to my ‘Inventory’.
Sheep... they really are the MVP.
It might be a good idea to have Shōko summon one again.
"And so, the amino acid shampoo, packed with natural moisturizing ingredients, is complete."
I poured the shampoo into stone containers, preparing enough for all the girls.
Now, all that remained was the main attraction: the scented soap.
"Go ahead and use them. If you have any requests, let me know."
I had assumed they would just be happy like usual.
However, the four of them just sat at the living room table, staring intently at the shampoo and soap.
"What’s wrong? Is there something weird about them?"
Just as I was starting to feel a little anxious, Chiyu—hugged me from the front.
"Sō-kun. My favorability rating for my childhood friend was already hitting the ceiling, but it just broke through the roof."
Chiyu pressed her forehead firmly against my chest, and rubbed it back and forth. She seemed incredibly happy.
"Oh, so you liked it. That’s good."
As I breathed a sigh of relief, Shōko jumped onto my back.
"Sosuke, you're God!"
Shōko’s chest pressed against my back, which unfortunately made me recall the events at the sea.
"Just when I think I’ve repaid you even a little, you give us something new right away. My repayment is never going to catch up."
Shion sounded troubled as she leaned against my left arm.
"We will definitely thank you. If you think of anything you want, please tell us, Sosuke-san."
Minori, looking slightly bashful, clung tightly to my right arm.
It was a veritable harem situation, but my heart was pounding so hard I couldn't relax at all.
"Mino-chan, that phrasing is lewd."
"Minorin, not just studying, but you're good at tickling a guy's heart too... too strong."
"Mumumu... I can’t believe that’s coming from the girl who was yelling 'How obscene!' just yesterday."
"Y-You’re all terrible...!"
Minori’s face turned red and she looked teary-eyed. She was being completely teased, but the serious Minori probably didn't have much experience with this kind of banter.
She had high adaptability, though, so she’d probably acquire the skills to counterattack or let things slide soon enough.
Eventually satisfied, the four of them pulled away from me and headed to the bath, clutching the shampoo and soap.
I needed to fill the hot water, so I went with them, leaving the bathroom only after the temperature was just right.
"Ah, I already took my bath, so just leave the water in the tub for today."
I could handle the storage rearrangement tomorrow. Listening to their replies, I returned to my room.
On a whim, I generated ‘Paper’ from wood.
I spread it out on the desk and sat down. I tried to draw something map-like using charcoal, but... I could only produce something on the level of a child’s treasure map.
"W-Well... as long as we understand the general relative positions, it’s fine."
The sea, the forest, the base. The place I went logging with Minori, and the locations where specific gathering items were found. If I shared this information with my companions and we updated it as we went, we might be able to explore more efficiently.
"Hmm... I should probably ask Minori or Shion to make a clean copy."
"Did you need me for something?"
Before I knew it, Shion was peering over my shoulder.
"Whoa... S-Shion? You’re out of the bath already?"
Wrapped in fluffy clothes, steam was rising from Shion. Her hair was glossy, her skin looked soft and supple, and her cheeks were tinged with vermilion.
"Fufu, you were really concentrating. Everyone else is out, too."
"I-Is that so... So, why are you in my room?"
At my question, Shion blinked her eyes.
"Oh? You didn't hear from Chiyu-chan? Sorry, I thought you already knew, so I just came in."
"Knew what?"
"So, you see... regarding Sosuke-kun's night duty... or rather, the right to sleep with you. We decided the four of us would rotate."
...Say what? So yesterday was Chiyu’s day, and today is Shion’s day?
"Is it... unpleasant?"
I shook my head vigorously.
"No way."
"Thank goodness. Even though you recovered with ‘Basic Healing’, I heard you let a lot out today alone, so I thought you might not react to me anymore."
Come to think of it, I had released multiple times since this morning with Chiyu, Shōko, and Minori.
Even if Chiyu’s ‘Basic Healing’ fully restored my vitality, it was a staggering number of shots.
At my reply, Shion showed a face of heartfelt relief and gently sat down on my bed.
"Being the only one left out is lonely... Will you let it out for me, too, before the day ends?"
Asked with those moist eyes, there was no way I could refuse. I stood up and approached Shion.
In the candlelit room, the shadows of Shion and me overlapped on the wall.
We exchanged kisses, and the softness and freshness of her lips made it impossible to stop, the wet sounds of our intimacy echoing through the room.
Splish... splash... amidst the wet sounds, Shion’s breaths of "Nn... hah... nn," mingled in, bringing an excitement that seemed to raise the room temperature.
"How is it? Sosuke-kun. My scent."
She smelled of the freshly made scented soap. It was a citrus fragrance.
"It’s a refreshing, nice scent."
"Fufu, did you like this scent? Or would you prefer another? If so, I’ll wear the scent you like next time, Sosuke-kun."
I see, so that’s it.
Shion consciously made statements that stoked a man's self-esteem and sense of superiority.
This was likely part of that.
"Hey, Sosuke-kun. Look."
Still dressed, Shion grabbed the hem of her clothes and pulled them up to her neck in one go.
In an instant, two fluffy, giant daifuku were exposed to the world.
The way they jiggled boing-boing with the motion was exactly like pudding.
I couldn't take my eyes off them.
"Thanks to you, Sosuke-kun, they’re fluffy today too. Want to check?"
Guided by her sweet voice, I timidly reached out toward the white, round peaks.
Instant shock. They practically clung to my fingers. When I stroked them, they felt like silk, white as snow yet carrying body warmth, mixed with her scent and her breath—telling me to keep my sanity was an impossible request.
Rub-rub, squish-squish, knead-knead.
It was an outrageous object that poured happiness directly into my brain no matter how I touched it.
"Nn. Fufu, you’re entranced. It’s okay, touch them as much as you want, until you’re satisfied."
At Shion’s words affirming everything, my reason was blown away.
How much time had passed since then?
"Nn, hah, ah... Sosuke-kun. You’ve been touching my breasts forever."
Her voice snapped me back to reality.
Looking around, the candle had become quite short.
"Ah, sorry. Did I disturb you?"
Shion, face flushed and forehead sweating, smiled at me.
"Sorry, my reason flew out the window."
I apologized, but...
"Aha."
Shion smiled deeply, looking truly happy.
"S-Shion?"
"You don't have to apologize, Sosuke-kun. Rather, if I can repay you even a little with something like this, you can touch them all you want. Not just tonight, but anytime."
Shion, saying things that threatened to collapse my reason again.
"...Honestly, I’d like to touch them forever, but it’s about time... well."
My groin was reaching its limit, too.
"Fufu, you’re right. Ah, Sosuke-kun. I’m sorry to ask at a time like this, but there’s something I want you to make."
It felt a bit like having water thrown on me, but judging that if she was asking, it must be necessary.
"Yeah, tell me."
"Thank you. You see, I heard from Minori-chan... apparently, people in the past used to make lotion for sex from seaweed."
At those words, the rod still tucked inside my pants increased in hardness even further.
That Minori knew that... was it because "the past" fell under the category of history?
She seemed the type to memorize even trivial information found while studying without letting it slip.
"Uhh, let’s see... Extract ‘Alginic Acid’ from seaweed and mix it with ‘Sodium’..."
I confirmed the recipe unlock instantly and generated ‘Sodium Alginate’.
"Apparently, if you dissolve that in water, it becomes all slimy and viscous."
Meaning, we utilize the slime of the seaweed.
I immediately mixed it with water to generate the lotion and told Shion, "It's done."
"Wow, amazing. As expected of Sosuke-kun. You work fast."
Saying that, Shion opened up the cleavage of her chest.
"Will you pour lots of it on me?"
Understanding what she was trying to do—no, what she was going to let me do—I placed the lotion onto her chest, driven by excitement.
It was a bewitching sight, like pouring syrup over pancakes as much as one pleased. Her skin, which had been smooth, was now coated in the viscous, slimy liquid.
Then, closing her cleavage, she began to knead her own breasts.
In the blink of an eye, the slime spread, overflowing from the top and bottom of her cleavage.
"Come here, Sosuke-kun."
I, who had been staring at this like an idiot, returned to my senses at her voice and immediately discarded my lower garments.
"Wow. It’s amazing today too, so hard."
"Shion...!"
"It’s okay, put it in."
Unable to hold back, I straddled her stomach, treating the lower part of her cleavage as a hole, and thrust my rod in at once.
"Ah..."
Even Shion’s sorrowful-sounding voice seemed distant to my ears.
My ability to process external information had dropped significantly due to the pleasure exploding below my waist.
Managing to look down, my hips were firmly pressed against her.
"Sosuke-kun, you’re making such a pleasurable face."
My rod was inside the slimy, warm hole.
"...You can move, you know? Thrust as much as you want."
Shion’s voice, inciting emotion, became clearly audible again.
I slowly pulled my hips back and thrust in again. Each time, Shion’s large breasts jiggled.
Taking care not to put my weight on her, I continued the awkward reciprocating motion as if learning the proper pressure. Eventually finding the optimal posture, I continued to swing my hips like a monkey.
Shion watched me the whole time with a smile full of affection.
"Fufu... I let Sosuke-kun put it in my breasts. I don't intend to allow anyone else to do this in the future... so this is exclusive to Sosuke-kun."
"Gh..."
Shion’s exquisite choice of words made my hips move faster.
"Amazing... it’s getting even harder. Thrust as much as you like, I want you to feel good. And whenever you want to let it out, just let it out. My breasts are a hole for you to ejaculate in, after all."
Stimulated in sight, touch, hearing, and smell by Shion, there was no way I could endure for long.
"Shion...!"
In the final few moments, speeding up the movement of my hips to the limit, I released the white fluid into the deepest part of her chest with a final thrust. To match that, she tightly squeezed her own chest.
The internal pressure rose, and the seed was instantly milked out.
"Yes, go ahead. Byuru-byuru~, byuru-byuru~, dopyu..."
Accompanied by pleasure that seemed to melt my brain, my hips shook violently, and the release continued intermittently.
"Ah, fufu, byuu, byuu, topu, topu... Let it all out inside my breasts to the very end."
Looking at Shion’s face, perhaps because I had released it with such force, the white fluid had shot out from her cleavage and soiled even her beautiful face.
And yet, Shion didn't show a hint of disgust, prioritizing milking out every last drop.
Her endlessly devoted behavior made excitement win over any sense of guilt.
"That was intense, Sosuke-kun. To release on my chest and reach my face... that’s killing two birds with one stone."
Smiling mischievously, she opened the space between her breasts as if to show it off—likely on purpose.
It presented a muddy spectacle of lotion, sweat, and white fluid mixed together.
The strands stretching between her right and left breasts like spiderwebs—was it the lotion, or perhaps...
"I’m happy you let out so much. That just means you felt that good, right?"
My rod, seeing the scene below, was rapidly regaining its hardness.
Shion smiled with satisfaction at that.
"Yay. You made it big again. You did it so many times with the other girls, so I thought I had to make sure I didn't lose."
"You didn't need to worry about something like that..."
"It’s important. If you let it out, it means you felt good. For a boy, that’s a very positive event, isn't it? There’s no other way for us to realize that we were useful to Sosuke-kun so clearly."
"Shion, you’re already making food for us, aren't you?"
"That’s not nearly enough. Besides, cooking is something shared with everyone. Either way, it doesn't balance out at all with what you’ve given me, Sosuke-kun. It makes me anxious."
Saying that, she closed her breasts, kneading them squish-squish as if inviting my insertion again.
"Sosuke-kun, you don't have to overthink it. In a situation like this island, the existence of a kind, reliable boy we love is truly something to be grateful for. We don't want to live just hanging onto you; we want to be useful to you, so we do various things. We aren't doing a single thing we don't want to do."
I slowly placed my rod against the hole of her chest. It was already an unconscious action.
She watched it happily.
"I know you think of us as companions, Sosuke-kun, and that you acknowledge my cooking skills. But on top of that, I want you to think that I’m necessary this way, too."
I swallowed hard and looked back at her.
"I need you, Shion."
She smiled, her cheeks flushing as if expressing the joy welling up from within her chest.
"What should I do? I’m so happy. ...Come here, Sosuke-kun."
I sank my rod into her chest again, and we indulged in the act for a long time after that.
Even after the candle went out, the two of us didn't stop, nestling close together without even sparing the time to light a new flame.
When I realized it, I was in a white room.
Avoiding the mistake of yesterday, I had cleaned up thoroughly before wrapping up in the futon, so the morning was worry-free. The candle had run out once, so we had to open the window and rely on moonlight to wipe each other’s skin...
Naturally, I wanted to avoid starting a fire in the bedroom, so it couldn't be helped. And, just like Chiyu, Shion didn't return to her own room after the deed; Shion and I fell asleep together.
"How many times?"
Chiyu asked the moment she opened her mouth.
"Fufu, I’ll tell you the details later."
Shion floated a composed smile, her cheeks flushed.
"Gunu. That is the face of someone who milked him more than four times."
What kind of face is that?
"...More than four times... Just how lewd were the acts that unfolded... The sounds... I could hear them amazingly well, though."
"Knowing Sosuke, it was definitely boobs."
Minori and Shōko reacted with blushing faces, too. While feeling a strange embarrassment, I thought about it.
Uhh, if I recall, yesterday... or was it the day before? Anyway, the other day, finding out I did it twice with Shion, Chiyu burned with rivalry and milked me three times. After that, we used ‘Basic Healing’ to recover my shot count, but starting from a base state, three times was the record?
But last night, having received ‘Basic Healing’ from Chiyu upon returning home, I let it out for Shion four times or more, so... Realizing that, Chiyu is probably voicing her frustration again.
Having my sexual experiences shared with all the women is embarrassing, but since I’m getting good things out of it, I can’t complain.
‘Day 3 has ended.’
The girls, who had been noisily excited, focused immediately once letters appeared on the blackboard.
In this regard, they really are impressive.
‘ announcing Event Holding.’
"...An event?"
‘・Regarding the Event
This is a project that will be held irregularly.
Please understand that the content and rewards may differ for each event.’
‘The event being held this time is the Start Dash Special Event.’
‘・Regarding the Start Dash Special Event
Duration — After the end of Day 4, from Day 5 morning until night.
Content — Compete to secure "Floating Light Orbs" placed within the island.
Reward — "Return Rights" granted only to the one person who secures it.’
"Return rights... Does that mean returning to Japan?"
On the third day, critical information had been delivered.
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