I was cuckolded by my childhood friend, but I want to create a harem in a world where chastity is reversed and be happy. - Chapter 100: Yes, Kyou-chan. It's My Turn

Chapter 100: Yes, Kyou-chan. It’s My Turn

After watching the movie, we went to a cafe and ordered some light snacks since it was lunchtime.

I ordered pasta, and Hina ordered pancakes.

We talked about our impressions of the movie while waiting for our orders. We agreed that the recent Doraemon movies tackle difficult topics, but we didn’t touch on the topic of Nobita’s penis.

If I carelessly brought up the opposite of this world’s common sense and said something like, “Actually, Shizuka-chan was the one being peeped on,” I might be thought of as a weirdo.

Our orders arrived. Mine was a cafe-style, authentic Napolitan spaghetti.

Hina’s was a souffle pancake, and it looked delicious, with fluffy dough topped with fresh cream.

“Itadakimasu.”

We almost simultaneously put our hands together and were about to start eating when we looked at each other and laughed.

Being with Hina like this, even the smallest things make me happy and enjoyable.

I felt a bit down when I thought that I was having more fun with Hina from this world than I did with Hina in the previous world. I didn’t like that I was starting to dislike myself as well.

“Kyou-chan, are you okay? Did something sad happen?”

Hina asked, so I shook my head, smiled, and started eating my pasta. The eggplant, which had been lightly fried once, was soaked in the sauce, giving it a rich flavor.

Hina was also eating with a smile on her face. I played a little prank and took a fork from the cutlery case on the table, twirled some pasta around it, and skewered the eggplant.

Since Hina is taking immunosuppressants after her heart transplant, it’s not a good idea to do things like ahn directly from my fork due to the risk of indirect kissing.

“Hina, do you want to try some of my pasta? It’s delicious.” She nodded happily, so I offered her a mouthful of pasta and eggplant together.

She took it in one bite, munching and smiling. It felt like feeding a baby bird. She seems to really love eating. I like girls who eat well, so I might end up spoiling her.

Hina looked around and took a spoon from the cutlery case on my side of the table. Then, she cut a piece of her souffle pancake, put it on the spoon, and brought it to my mouth.

“Yes, Kyou-chan. It’s my turn. It’s really delicious, so eat it.”

She stretched out her short arms as far as she could and held out the spoon towards me on this side of the table, and her chest was crushed against the table again.

Paku. Mogu Mogu.

Ah, it’s so sweet, and the pancake melts in my mouth. Are pancakes a drink?! I was wide-eyed, and Hina laughed happily.

And, at the point where we had fed each other like this, the waitress in the store and the female store manager who was cooking at the counter were looking at us with very warm eyes. The customers in the store were also staring at us.

Well… This is not a case of reversed chastity between men and women, but a pure embarrassing couple situation. I understand.

Hina and I turned bright red, and after that, we silently finished our lunch.