Volume 5 Chapter 21-2 Case Of Ms. Shirakaba Part III
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In this world, as long as you don’t skip the harvest of wall barley, you’ll never go hungry. Living comfortably is tough, but Ms. Shirakaba is a high-level Advanced job—could I end up as her freeloader?
Wait, what the hell am I hesitating about? After being thrown into another world and experiencing painful failures, I’ve probably developed all sorts of traumas.
No matter how carefully I act, my thoughts just freeze up. They say, “If you’re unsure, just go for it—you’ll understand once you do.”
Helping Ani-Ani didn’t turn out perfectly, but I don’t regret it. Those near-death struggles are now good memories.
I’ve decided not to overthink. For a man, there’s only one thing to consider: whether the woman in front of him has charisma or not.
Follow your instincts, and your body will move on its own.
A man and woman’s presence can align as if naturally meant to be together. Before I knew it, swept by the emotional tide, we connected deeply. Ms. Shirakaba seemed surprised for a moment but soon began to move closer, as if embracing the moment.
She holds onto me as if cherishing the connection, hesitantly yet firmly pressing against me. I sense a hint of uncertainty in my own reactions, but warmth and curiosity seem to win out.
I’m worried she’ll overwhelm me with her intensity. I focus my energy using calming techniques and manage to balance the interaction.
Thanks to her influence reflecting onto me, I’m holding on, but it’s like being close to something powerful. I’d feel lost without these methods.
With a slight, strained sensation, Ms. Shirakaba shifts her position as if protecting herself. Ah, that move—it was probably a natural reaction, right?
My heightened senses catch a faint scent of something metallic. It’s a minor discomfort, barely noticeable, but the symbolic meaning of our connection is significant. No turning back now—just a deep sense of closeness that she’s a part of my life.
The experience is incredibly intimate, but sensations keep building endlessly. If you stay still, you’d probably adjust. But even if I pause, Ms. Shirakaba doesn’t—no, she can’t. With waves of emotion crashing in, it’s hard for someone new to control it consciously.
If she’s feeling this much in her first experience, it’s a success, but external influences worry me. I hope it doesn’t turn into some kind of overwhelming attachment.
I need to guide her gently, let her experience steady comfort. Ideally, I want her to feel the joy of embracing herself, to accept her own identity.
Ms. Shirakaba’s movements are too intense, so I have to match her to maintain balance. I get it—new feelings are hard to resist—but I wish she’d calm down a bit.
Luckily, our connection is strong, and a harmonious rhythm is emerging. I’ll slowly adjust her to my pace.
Ms. Shirakaba keeps murmuring words—not sweet, not harsh. I only catch fragmented thoughts, but it feels like the inner world of someone from a different culture.
She’s idealizing me like some perfect figure. I can’t take responsibility if she’s disappointed later, but stopping now would be unkind. I’ll give her the best experience I can.
Through the techniques, the boundary between us softens. Almost simultaneously, waves of gentle warmth surge forward. A well-timed, meaningful moment—a real connection.
It wasn’t overwhelming for Ms. Shirakaba, experiencing this for the first time. She looks content, her body completely relaxed.
I slowly separate from her, savoring the moment. Though she held on so tightly before, now I move away easily. It’s over, I guess, but I feel a little reflective.
Pregnancy rates in this world are extremely low. They say the higher your level, the less likely you are to leave descendants. What about me and Ms. Shirakaba, being Japanese?
There was no need to consider contraception. Here, children are precious, always desired and welcomed. If Ms. Shirakaba got pregnant, it’d be a huge celebration, right?
* * *
Ms. Shirakaba lies half-awake, eyes slightly open, looking happy. I want to sleep beside her like this, but Tizzy’s waiting behind me with bright eyes.
Looks like I’ve got to go another round. For me, trained in a harem of seven wives, this is nothing, but the Water of Life from Exceneca is gone now.
I look at Tizzy again. She’s expecting the same treatment as Ms. Shirakaba, of course.
Geez, a man sometimes has to fight battles he can’t avoid. Really, being a man is tough, isn’t it?
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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