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 52: Absolutely No Alcohol for Minors

Chapter 52: Absolutely No Alcohol for Minors

“To the health and safety of our two young friends, kanpai~!”

Minamo-san, who had lost the bet and was forced to treat us, made a forcedly enthusiastic toast.

Her motivation and energy were already low from the start, having to pay for everyone’s meal.

Gulp, gulp, gulp… Phew. In front of the two adults were large mugs of draft beer, which they both chugged and slammed down on the table.

“You’re still going strong, Minamo… I thought I’d have an easy win since you’re in your 20s and approaching a turning point.”

“And you… Your skin looks like it’s already gone past the turning point due to the stress of being a teacher.”

The two of them, seemingly good friends or bad friends, were raising their mugs to order their second round. Are they really going to be okay for work tomorrow?

Well, adults are responsible for their own actions. I silently grilled the meat on the shichirin, a small charcoal grill, in front of me, and placed the most expensive, perfectly grilled meat on Hina’s plate. Call me the Yakiniku Bugyo (Yakiniku Magistrate) if you want.

It’s my job and duty to grill meat for Hina.

Hina kept eating, and as soon as there was room on her plate, I added more meat, like a bottomless bowl of rice.

Hina happily drank her oolong tea through a straw and devoured the high-quality meat—harami, sagari, kalbi, misuji, loin, and negi-tan-shio. “This is delicious, Kyou-chan,” she said with a smile.

Hina had a heart transplant and was taking immunosuppressants, so we had to be careful with her food. Raw meat was out of the question, and sharing chopsticks was absolutely unacceptable.

I used tongs to carefully place only the well-grilled meat on her plate.

The seating arrangement at the table was Chisato-sensei, Minamo-san, Hina, and me, in a clockwise direction, so Hina was sitting to my right, in the best position for me to serve her.

While Hina was eating, I grilled and ate my own meat. Suddenly, the drunk Japanese teacher invaded my grilling territory, where I was carefully adjusting the doneness of the beef for Hina.

“I won’t lose, Chisato-sensei! All the delicious meat is for Hina!”

We fought with our tongs for a while, and I managed to push all the overcooked meat and fatty cuts onto the Japanese teacher’s plate.

“Minamo~… This piece of meat over here looks nicely grilled and fatty.”

Chisato-sensei pretended to take care of her friend and put some fatty meat on Minamo-san’s plate.

The drunk Minamo-san gobbled it up, but it looked like it would give her indigestion later.

“Hey there, wait～er～” Our homeroom teacher called out to a male waiter walking down the aisle and whispered something in his ear.

 Then, four glasses of a milky white drink, similar to Calpis, arrived without straws.

 As Hina reached for one of the glasses, I grabbed her hand.

“Absolutely no alcohol for minors!”

I scolded her, regardless of the fact that she was our homeroom teacher. What were you trying to make Hina drink?!