Chapter 96 The Dawn of What Would Later Be Called the Easy-to-Use Forbidden Weapon
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The morning light slipped through the curtains and hit my face, jolting me awake. I had no clue how long Ethelena had devoured me while I was out cold, but the marks scattered all over my body told the story—hell, she must’ve been in absolute ecstasy. There she was, still clinging to me in her sleep, her face glowing with this pure, twisted happiness. But I couldn’t forget, not for a second: last night, this woman had straight-up committed what looked like child exploitation, even if it didn’t count since it was me inside.
I left her sleeping and slipped away alone to the couple’s bath, turning on the shower. If I didn’t scrub off her scent and all that sticky residue she’d rubbed into me, I’d be a walking hazard to everyone around. And shit, I’d almost forgotten—today was a school day. If I showed up reeking of succubus pheromones, it’d spark a school-wide orgy explosion. Plus, I had to hand over those talismans to my two underclassmen girls, so there was no skipping out.
Clean and fresh, I stepped into the living room and spotted Yohira heading out to the garden. She gripped an iron fan in her hand, and that alone told me she was practicing her dance today.
”Good morning, Yohira.”
”Good morning, Tatara. Sounds like there was quite a fierce battle last night, eh?”
She greeted me back, but when her eyes landed on my face, she must’ve seen the exhaustion carved into it, because that’s the bomb she dropped. Fierce battle? More like a special ability showdown… And thinking about Ethelena pulling that trick on me again someday made my gut sink heavy.
”Yeah, something on a whole other level, unlike anything before…”
”What’s up, Tatara? You look like Ethelena used magic to turn you into a kid and went wild on you.”
”How the hell did you know!?”
”Wait, she really did!?”
Her words hit like teasing wrapped in a jab, and I reacted without thinking. How did she nail it so dead-on, point-blank like that?
”Didn’t see you as the type to be into that. Must be Ethelena’s magic and her weird kink, huh?”
”You got it. It’s from her ‘Sex Sorcery’ skill. She said she used it to heal me.”
”Does that even count as healing?”
At least mentally, she had me cornered, chased into a dark hole—though physically, I felt sharper than ever.
”Anyway, I’ll start breakfast.”
”Yeah, thanks as always.”
”Got it. I’ll make it super nutritious.”
We traded those words, then split to our spots. I headed to the kitchen and got straight to prepping breakfast. Personally, nothing beat white rice, miso soup, salted salmon, and natto for morning fuel—throw in some seasoned nori and eggs, and it’d be perfection. But in this Whirlwind world, there were no pre-packed natto stirs, no crinkly individual nori sheets. According to my mother-in-law, nori itself was a rare luxury you couldn’t just snag anytime. Bacon and eggs with rice sounded fine, but tomorrow was her last day before she and the Mistress headed home, and I wanted them satisfied with every meal till the end. Sure, I’d drowned her in bonito tataki regrets over not drinking, but cut me some slack there.
I pulled out potatoes, carrots, onions, turnips, and sausages. Peeled the veggies and chopped them into rough chunks. Poured a splash of oil into the pot, fired it up, and once the oil loosened in the heat, I tossed in the veggies. Stirred them lightly until juices started flowing, then added the sausages, searing till they browned just a bit. Poured in water, cranked the flame to boil it hard, skimmed off the scum bubbling up, and when the veggies softened, I dissolved miso in two stages—first to blend the flavors, second to tweak the strength. Kept it light since the Mistress might find it too salty otherwise, then finished with soy sauce and a pat of butter for that Western-style pork miso soup. No bonito flakes or dried sardines for real depth, so it fell a touch short, but forgive me on that.
Honestly, this alone could’ve been the whole meal—no side needed—but some folks want more, so I geared up for a main dish. Didn’t notice at first, but Ichika was right beside me, grilling what looked like salted salmon for it.
”Morning, Ichika. Thanks for helping.”
”Good morning, my lord. I just want you to try my cooking, so don’t worry about it.”
We swapped greetings like that while I simmered the soup, and somehow she’d already finished the tamagoyaki—sliced it up neat and plated. She kept her eyes locked on the fish’s char even as she greeted me, her hands moving with scary precision. Damn, she was wife material through and through—could leave the whole kitchen to her without a worry.
”I’ll take the pot and bowls to the table first.”
”Sure, go ahead.”
We bantered that out, and I hauled the steaming pot overloaded with pork miso soup to the table. Shot a pot stand from my inventory right onto the surface and set the pot down firm. Grabbed bowls from the rack nearby, lined them up close—everyone could ladle out what they wanted later. Ichika finished the fish next, plating it up and bringing it over, complete with small dishes of stir-fried burdock and that tamagoyaki. Breakfast lineup that’d lift anyone’s spirits.
I waited on the living room sofa for the others to settle, Ichika’s head heavy on my lap as she dozed off. This love fox really crashes out easy whenever she’s near me. I stroked her silky fur absentmindedly, eyes drifting to the garden where Yohira and her mom danced together. Sure enough, like Yohira once said, the mother’s moves were polished perfection, flowing like silk.
But what stole my heart was still Yohira’s dance. To me, her raw freshness shone fresh and alive, her face screaming pure joy in every step. She’d learned it from her mom as this sacred bond, passed down deep—that kind of soul made me love her dancing so damn much. Once the routine wrapped, Yohira said something to her mom, then yanked ‘Handball Flower’ from her inventory. Mom stepped back a bit, just watching.
And that’s when the sword dance kicked off. She swapped the fan for that ridiculously long katana, her motions still graceful as hell. Swinging such a massive blade, yet her core stayed rock-solid, no wobble. She commanded it without a single wild swing, unleashing a beauty totally different from the fan dance. But from way over here, something felt off in Yohira’s flow—elegant, yeah, but her body language seemed exaggerated, movements bigger than they needed to be. That tiny mismatch hit me with a realization.
”Wait… is she dancing in full ‘Hydrangea’ gear?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. Yesterday’s talk about my equipment set turning formal? Never dreamed it’d fit her dance too. Yohira wore ‘Hydrangea’ on explorations and swung her katana plenty—her normal swordplay already echoed dance steps a ton, so no wonder she could weave it into this sword dance.
I glanced at her mom, and her face lit up in stunned awe, then bloomed into this beaming smile, like she’d spotted something that could surpass her own legacy. Yohira finished with a sharp residual pose, bowed deep, and her mom burst into applause. Must’ve been one hell of a performance—hell, I was mesmerized, but for the mom to praise it that hard? Top tier.
But I’d gotten so sucked in watching that my hand had frozen. Ichika squirmed on my lap, nudging for more pets—her moves pure spoiled dog begging. A grin broke across my face unbidden, and I started stroking again. She flicked her tail once in bliss and went limp.
”I get wanting to dote on a pet, but… your precious wife? You could’ve woken her up, y’know.”
A low voice slid in from behind me—Ethelena, awake naturally now.
”Good morning, Ethelena.”
”Morning, Tatara. So, why didn’t you wake me?”
”You overdid it with mana last night—when I came to, you were wiped out. You’re good to go now, right?”
No telling how long she’d milked my child form, but that magic must’ve drained her bad—even a succubus’s regen couldn’t keep up. That’s why, when I woke that morning and she was still out, I let her crash to recover. Otherwise, I’d have shaken her awake for the bath together.
”Then you should’ve woken me for the bath—so you could inject some energy into me.”
”Planning to mummify me first thing in the morning?”
Ethelena and I shared mana, but my max capacity was still way lower than hers. Sure, her conversion efficiency was insane, but if I tried covering that deficit, I’d burn out so hard I might just pass out cold.
”Hold up, I checked my memories after waking—today’s a school day.”
”…Wait, oh shit, you’re right.”
”Can’t leave you dragging yesterday’s fatigue into it, so no energy injections.”
I shoved aside that one time we’d gone all out right before school—once was enough to ignore. Classes would be fine, no doubt, but Ethelena and the others would dive into the dungeon after, and hauling exhaustion there was suicide. Well, she’d probably just Energy Drain the hell out of enemies along the way to recharge, but still.
”Muu, fine, whatever.”
”More like, how’s your body holding up after spamming magic with unknown costs?”
”Child Tatara gives me this totally different nutrition—it blows all the fatigue away.”
”Stop treating it like some dangerous drug, damn it?”
Rejuvenation, forbidden spells—that shit was temporary, yeah, but if word got out you could use it, you’d be the one in deep shit. Even in Shamir and Est’s original event, that’s what they hunted for at the end of banned drug research. Forcing powerful aphrodisiacs or gender-swap potions on people just because they couldn’t make the real deal? Brutal as hell.
”Is this a fight? If you’re arguing, maybe I should take the main wife spot, Ethelena?”
”Sorry to burst your bubble—this isn’t even a fight. Clashing opinions like this just deepens our understanding and pulls us closer, Tatara.”
Yohira’s voice dripped with that teasing edge from somewhere nearby, and Ethelena fired back with a laugh bubbling in her throat. It was the kind of banter that only worked because they got each other’s deep affection—though her mom watched with eyes screaming ‘one opening and I’m pouncing.’
”Good morning, Yohira. Your sword dance was amazing.”
”Good morning, Tatara. You watched? I’m embarrassed to show such unpolished work…”
She greeted me back, cheeks tinting pink with embarrassment, but damn, it wasn’t anything to blush over—I thought it was flawless. Guess performers and watchers see it different. That drive to improve? Pure gold in her.
”Good morning, Tatara-san.”
”Good morning, Mother-in-law.”
”You must’ve been watching Yohira and me dance from here. How did we compare?”
She asked with that sly, wicked glint in her eye. But hell, my answer hadn’t changed since last time.
”Yours was more refined and beautiful.”
”Experience makes the difference.”
”But Yohira’s dance really grabbed my heart.”
”I lose, then.”
So why did she look so happy about it? Yohira turned beet red at my words, steam practically rising off her.
”Tatara, was that embarrassing?”
”Don’t step on that landmine so casually!”
”Well… it’s like how Father confessed to Mother.”
”Oh?”
”Father told Mother that even compared to the previous Heavenly Weaver Goddess, it was her that stole his heart—and that’s what made her agree to marry.”
”…Tatara?”
”No clue about that story—pure coincidence.”
”Coincidence? I say it’s fate, Tatara-san.”
Mother-in-law, stop stabbing from the sidelines like that. The noise jolted Ichika awake with a grumpy huff, her body shifting just like a pissed-off dog shaking off sleep.
”You awake, Ichika?”
”…So loud, it woke me up.”
”Sorry about that. But we’re about to eat, and Ethelena and I will be late for school if we don’t hurry, so perfect timing.”
She grumbled at my words but nodded, peeling away grudgingly. I gave her head one good stroke, and that grumpy edge softened just a bit in her eyes. Dahlia, Hinagiku-san, and the Mistress joined us at the table, all of us crowding around. The Western pork miso soup shocked Mother-in-law and the Mistress at first, but no rejection vibes—huge relief washing through me.
”This pork miso soup is amazing! It blends Hizuru miso and soy sauce with butter for a city-style twist. No dashi, so it’s light on umami, but the sausages’ spices make up for it.”
He’s rambling about food again, as usual. Ichika gave him a weird look, and Mother-in-law just looked resigned. His mouth got him into this, so I can’t complain. The praise felt good, but the soup needed a kick—sansho pepper or ichimi chili would’ve been perfect. Too bad Whirlwind doesn’t have either.
”Tatara, what’s wrong?”
”Huh? Oh… it’s missing a kick. Sansho or chili would tighten the flavor.”
”Hm…”
The Mistress caught my words, pulled a mortar and pestle from her inventory, then fished out a tiny bag and plucked one small dried berry. Wait, those were sansho berries, right? She ground them in the mortar, and soon this spicy-yet-fresh scent hit the air, sharp and alive. Mistress dabbed a speck on her pinky, sprinkled it into her bowl, took a sip… and her face broke into the best damn smile.
”Tatara, bullseye.”
She slurped away after that, clearly loving the match.
”Amatsu-sama, could I have a bit too?”
”Mistress, me as well…”
We got the nod and mimicked her—tiny pinch on the finger, into the soup. Miso’s earthy hit mixed with that faint sansho whiff; I swallowed hard before sipping. Rich miso, soy depth, butter’s cream, veggies’ sweet—then the sansho’s sting cut through, lifting it all without overpowering. Yeah, dead-on hit.
”The butter makes it rich and a bit too sweet. Sansho’s bite balances it and adds freshness. Your ichimi idea was spot-on, Tatara-san.”
Mother-in-law, straight-up gushing praise. Ethelena caught us geeking out and wanted in, but the ground sansho was running low now.
”Ethelena, mortar’s almost empty—if you’re curious, sip from mine.”
”Huh, yeah. Gimme a bit, then.”
She cradled my bowl in both hands, lips to the rim. Swallowed a hint of the floating spice, set it down—eyes going wide, so damn cute it hurt.
”Wow, it all just… clicks together now.”
”Right? Ethelena’s little lady’s got taste—prime wife material.”
”Uh?”
”‘Ethelena’s a fine bride,’ she said.”
”Oh… th-thank you.”
I relayed the Mistress’s praise, and Ethelena flushed crimson, mumbling thanks. Mistress caught the look and roared with laughter, eyes soft with affection at Ethelena’s squirming. The breakfast buzzed on like that, warm and chaotic.
Yohira jumped at dishes with fire in her step, Ichika overseeing like a strict teacher. Me and Ethelena bolted for the academy. She was floating on that ‘good wife’ high from the Mistress, arm hooked tight in mine, head lolling against my shoulder. Her face screamed melted bliss—like happiness carved into flesh—and passersby shot us these fond, smiling looks.
But last night, this same blissed-out girl had de-aged my body and ravaged me raw. Her harmless vibe now? Pure camouflage, and it twisted my gut knowing I was head-over-heels for her deep down. Still, I stroked her clinging hair, adoring every second as we reached the academy. Slid into class, tossed our usual greeting.
”Morning-ssu!”
”Mornin’—”
The whole room’s eyes snapped to us, freezing solid on Ethelena’s face. Yeah, she was still beaming in full happiness mode, goddess-level beauty cranked to max, soul-sniping anyone not used to it.
”Ossu, you two!”
Even in that frozen tension, the idiot barreled in with his usual greeting, closing the gap like nothing happened. God, this guy’s got that unbreakable vibe—saved my ass more times than I could count.
”Morning-ssu. You coming after classes again today?”
”Mornin’.”
”Yeah, gotta get my training in!”
Me and Ethelena shot our hellos right at him, and I double-checked if he’d show for katana lessons today. Seeing him nod like it was obvious eased the knot in my gut a bit—last time Hinagiku-san fed him at their place, he’d flashed his dried-up side, and I worried she’d lost all respect.
”Oh, right. Use this in class today?”
To confirm, I pulled the katana from my inventory—the one meant for him. Fitted with proper gear now, its vermilion-lacquered sheath and mithril guard and pommel gleamed with this pure, honest beauty. The classroom went dead silent, like everyone sucked in a breath at once. In this city, swords like that didn’t exist—high-value craftsmanship screaming worth from a glance, traded right there.
”…You sure? I haven’t mastered katana techniques fully yet.”
”It’s prepaid reward anyway—sorry it took so long ’cause I fussed over the fittings.”
Personally, I’d wanted to etch some magic effect into the sheath, but handing that to this guy without drawn-katana or iaijutsu skills? It’d backfire hard, turn deadly in a heartbeat. Better for someone to teach him those first, hone it as a specialty, then slap it on as a trump card later. Hell, he probably didn’t need a magic device at all.
”Got it. I’ll use it starting today—even one more second honing katana skills matters.”
He took the katana from me, voice steady, eyes burning with raw resolve that hit me square. No doubt this idiot and his blade would shake up Whirlwind—how big the waves got, who knew. But I believed in him; he’d handle it.
We wrapped the boring common classes, then split for specialized ones. The idiot marched to the training grounds, visibly pumped, while Ethelena winced with a bitter laugh about skipping mock battles. I hit the workshop, lit the forge, dusted the workbench, prepping everything. After last time’s mess, those two might not show—fear gnawed at me, what if they drifted away for good? I waited there, stomach twisting.
”Senpai! Please teach us today!!”
”Please do.”
Shamir burst in full of energy, Est slipping quietly behind—total opposites in vibe, but seeing them both flooded me with relief. I answered their greetings, heart settling.
”Welcome, both of you.”
They lit up at my voice—Shamir grinning wide, Est’s smile soft and pleased. Worry made me Appraisal them quick; no charm effects lingered. Safe to teach today.
”Before we start, I’ve got something for you two.”
”Something for us?”
”For us?”
They voiced their confusion in tandem, and I nodded, pulling two from inventory. Black-lacquered sheaths mixed with mana stones, one etched with sun motifs, the other stars—conceptual arms, ‘Yakigiri.’ They took them, brows furrowed in doubt. Made sense; without explanation, no clue what they were. They were crafters like me—no aptitude skills for daggers or swords.
”These prove you’re my disciples—and talismans. Don’t sell them. Keep them in your inventory if you have to, and always carry them.”
”This is… proof of being your disciple…”
”A foreign knife as the mark?”
I nodded at Est’s question but held back on the conceptual arm details. Spill that wrong, word leaks, and hunters come for them. Magic or curses? It blocks. But physical harm? No dice.
”Lose that knife, and I’ll cut you off—no more disciple status, no crafting lessons, and you can’t claim the title.”
My harsh words landed heavy; I felt them swallow hard. Was this threat enough? Hated thinking it, but what if parents or siblings squeezed them for it? Not just foreign make—the mithril materials jacked the price sky-high. Sell it right, and it’d fund a lifetime of lounging. If they ditched it willingly, fine— I’d drop the disciple act clean. Their faces tightened at my warning, unconsciously clutching the pocket katana to their chests, hands gripping tight. That reaction? Probably safe. Lingering unease, but time to start class.
”Sorry for the threats. Anyway, today… how about Artificial Orichalcum?”
”Ah… yes!”
”Please!”
They shifted with my tone change, faces easing into focus—Shamir eager, Est attentive. Relief bloomed inside as I dove into the explanation.
”This is something the City Mayor and I co-developed, but since I proposed the theory and led the work, she patented it under my name. She’s more like the tech provider.”
”Why co-develop with the City Mayor?”
”No one connects with her like that.”
Yeah, fair. Roots went back to my parents being her age, same class from elementary through high school graduation—that’s how she and I linked up. Led to her spotting my translation notes, patenting my inventions under protection. I laid it out for them, and they hit me with nods mixed with envious stares. Parents’ connections? Can’t fight ’em.
”Having the City Mayor as a consultant is a huge edge, but she barely advised on my patents, you know?”
”What do you think, Est?”
”Probably true. I can picture her face twitching when young Senpai consulted her.”
Damn, Est—how’d you nail that old scene? Memories later confirmed: kid me pitching breakthroughs for simple Arcane Armor tech, her and Calmys-san both grimacing. Midway, she got hyped, leaving Calmys terrified of the shift.
”Back then, my ‘Crafting’ skill was rank I—needed at least II for the mana stone pulverizing magic circle to prove the theory. Couldn’t break that wall, so she drew the circle for me, and boom, Artificial Orichalcum was done. I still regret not smashing that rank barrier; it’d let newbie crafters make Arcane Armor.”
”Est, I don’t get half of Senpai’s words.”
”Don’t worry, Shamir—me neither.”
Hah, that reaction hits nostalgic.
”Now, that mana stone crusher circle is sold widely—anyone can benefit. Make your own? Needs rank II ‘Crafting.’ Buy it? Merchant guild, 1000 easy.”
They tilted heads at my words, confusion plain. What part threw ’em?
”Do you really crush mana stones that often?”
…Ah, starting from there, huh.
Crushed mana stones? You can use ’em for all sorts of shit—like mixing into cement to boost ‘Creation Magic’ or ‘Crafting’ effects, drying it crazy fast. Mix with gunpowder and… nah, skip that.
”No way, Senpai—why’d you hesitate like that? What is it?”
I cut off mid-sentence about the powder that’d blow an orichalcum gun to kingdom come, and bam, both of them pounced with those sharp jabs, eyes locked on me like hawks.
”…Do you really want to know?”
”Nope, forget it.”
I asked hesitantly, and they answered in perfect sync—Shamir’s usual grin was gone. Seeing her so serious twisted my gut with unease, like staring down a storm.
”Anyway, back to Artificial Orichalcum.”
”Smooth pivot there.”
”Switch gears, Shamir. Get dragged in, and you’ll die.”
”Die!?”
These two cracked me up, but it left me on the sidelines, feeling lonely.
”Basic concept of Artificial Orichalcum: from Demonsteel creation, we know mana pathways. We artificially boost them post-creation by mixing in mana stone powder.”
”Why add more pathways?”
”Shamir, the iron’s mana transmission is bad, so more paths mean more mana flow. That’s the approach, right?”
”Est, spot on.”
Est nailed it, her reasoning and deduction skills sharp as hell—she got my angle on Artificial Orichalcum dead right, that fire of understanding lighting her eyes.
”But Est, when it Demonsteels, those paths fill with mana and lower the transmission rate, right?”
”I never Demonsteel Artificial Orichalcum.”
”Est’s right. Mix in the powder, then shape it—no further processing, Shamir.”
I thought about Demonsteeling Artificial Orichalcum once. But dropping transmission efficiency on purpose? Plus other reasons made it a no—my gut screamed danger every time.
”Demonsteeling Artificial Orichalcum lowers the boosted mana transmission… and one more reason.”
”One more?”
Est’s brow furrowed too—she couldn’t guess this one. Hell, neither could I at first; it blindsided me raw.
”When you try Demonsteeling Artificial Orichalcum, the internal mana stones interfere with the mana… overload the iron’s limit… and boom—explosion.”
”Explosion.”
I tested it once, pushing to the edge. Mana stones interfered, resonated, amplified—next thing, it blew before I could blink. The City Mayor was there—triggered the patent clause banning ‘Demonsteeling Artificial Orichalcum.’ Don’t underestimate iron bursting; my past life had grenades and Claymore mines. The workshop had defensive barriers, but it shredded the bench—70% damage. Even Calmys-san shivered, saying her guts turned ice-cold. That power? No joke.
”I’m dead serious—swear you won’t try it for fun?”
”We swear, no way.”
Their faces went pale, voices shaky with promise. I nodded with a smile, relief flooding in. But they flinched back from my grin—why?
—
An old tale: “The Three Tataras”
Once upon a time, there were three Tatara brothers. “Hey, something multiplied!” “Having the same face together is creepy.” “Is this Ethelena’s magic influencing us…?”
The three, now grown, were kicked out of the house and told to get their own homes. “The intro’s rough…” “Well, stories here are usually like that, right?” “Being suddenly multiplied and kicked out? What about the original story?” “The predator’s out and about…”
To protect themselves from the rumored wolf, the three Tataras hastily decided to build a house. “In our case, the predator is obvious—only one person.” “It’s clearly Ethelena coming out.” “Isn’t it better to surrender without a fight?” “Yeah. If she cries, saying ‘Let me in,’ I don’t think I can resist.” “Can you really live well while making the woman you like cry?” “Putting that aside… we want to avoid a future where all three of us get eaten.”
”Got it.”
”Since there are three of us, why don’t we split the work and build a fortress for defense?” “Good idea. There might be external threats besides Ethelena, too.” “Conveniently, we have the materials.”
So, the three Tataras cooperated, and in three days, a magnificent, invincible fortress stood before them. “We overdid it.” “Are we expecting invaders like Elingium or dragons? This fortress…” “Seven household Mana Reactors power the barrier, and the fortress’s armament runs on a For Julon Drive… This is better defended than the academy’s stronghold, isn’t it?”
Facing the fortress, powered by Mana Reactors due to the lack of Spiritual Veins and using an End-of-the-World Countermeasure Power Reactor to prevent power loss in defensive armaments, the three Tataras reflected. But they had no regrets.
”Either way, our lives should be secure now.” “We have a large enough garden for household farming, so we can go self-sufficient if we buy seedlings.” “Rotation duty, maybe? Ah, this is kinda exciting.”
The three Tataras chatted cheerfully about life in the fortress. The next day, a figure stood before the fortress.
”Is this Tatara-san’s residence… isn’t it too big?” “Tatara-kun, how enthusiastic were you? This isn’t a house, it’s a base.” “Tatara-chan’s house is so big!”
It was the three sisters of Tatara’s childhood friend’s younger sister. The youngest, who should have been five, was also specially grown to look about ten years older.
”…Sally, why are you so big?” “Maybe it’s the effect of eating a lot at Tatara-kun’s house? You’re bigger than us older sisters.” “What’s wrong, sisters?”
Incidentally, the three are currently designated E, D, and F in alphabetical order. Not that I’m saying what for.
”W-Well, let’s press the doorbell, shall we?” “Yeah, I’m excited to eat your cooking again!” “Me too, I want to give Tatara-chan a celebratory drawing!”
Each of them smiled happily and rang the doorbell installed at the gate. A moment later, a single Tatara appeared from what looked like a service entrance.
”Oh, hey everyone. Been a while. How have you been?” “Tatara-chan!”
The Tatara on cooking duty that day asked, wearing an apron. The eldest and second daughter etched that rare sight into their minds. The youngest, still a child inside, just cried out happily.
”What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”
Tatara, puzzled by the sudden visit. With wolves rumored to be roaming nearby, it was dangerous for three women with almost no self-defense to visit. He suspected an emergency requiring such a risk.
”Ah, well… we heard from Tatara-san’s parents that you’ve become independent.” “Like a housewarming gift?” “Mom and Dad gave us lots of vegetables and fruits!”
Hearing that, Tatara understood. And since it was getting late, he decided it would be dangerous to send them home now.
”Thank you all, it’s late, so you should stay the night. There are plenty of rooms.”
Tatara invited them in for safety reasons. However, the three… or rather, two of them, had a purpose.
”Yes, gladly!” “Yeah, Tatara-chan, please take care of us!”
The elder two glared with predatory eyes, while the youngest rejoiced innocently. The other two Tataras, upon learning of the visitors, also showed a welcoming attitude and offered to help turn the dishes they were making into something for a large group to enjoy. However, the second daughter raised her hand.
”As an apology for the sudden intrusion, I will help with the cooking. I brought ingredients too!”
Thus, the second daughter stood in the kitchen next to Tatara and unceremoniously pulled various ingredients from her inventory. Oysters, liver, cheese, pork, chicken, soybeans, shrimp, almonds, spinach, avocado, eel, soft-shelled turtle. Tatara wondered what kind of dish would be made with such a motley assortment of ingredients. Then came the various dishes: fried oysters, chicken and cheese deep-fried, stir-fried pork, liver, and spinach, avocado hot pot with shrimp and soft-shelled turtle, grilled eel with rice, and crushed almonds for topping. Seeing the quantity and ingredients, one Tatara’s face twitched. ‘Aren’t these dishes… you know, related to sex?’
They all gathered around the food, and after the meal, Tatara’s bodies underwent a change. Yes, their erections wouldn’t subside. Not only were the dishes related to sex, but also the effect of the eldest daughter’s magic potion, which had been mixed in, made it impossible for Tatara to control himself. “Oh, Tatara-san, are you alright?” “If you’re not feeling well, I’ll take care of you, Tatara-kun.” “I’ll make you feel better, Tatara-chan!”
And so, the three Tataras were thoroughly devoured by the carnivores. The end.
”I told you, they have no caution, like herbivores approaching carnivores—they’re beyond saving.”
”Tatara is mine!!”
”What do we do, Ethelena? Execute them? Execute them, eh?”
Notes:
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name.
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi.
• Dahlia – The automaton.
• Hinagiku – A tengu woman as Ranka’s potential companion. She stays with Tatara’s group after travels. Joins household scenes only. Linked to Ranka by shared gluttony jokes. No direct tie to Tatara beyond cohabitation. Cheerful eater.
• Amatsu – A master blacksmith and a female. Demonstrate forging skill to Tatara. The duel arises from Tatara’s request for guidance. Senior craftsman guiding Tatara. No kin known. Golden right eye and calm mastery define her.
• Calmys – War God’s knight, Mayor’s guard chief, whip-master hiding as a swordswoman; sharp tongue, big-sister vibe to Tatara, grants him and Ethelena church protection.
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