Volume 3 Chapter 3 – Thanksgiving 3

“Kyousuke-kun, say ahhh.”
“Kyousuke-san, say ahhh.”

Sandwiched between Yuma and Kyouko, I wasn’t even allowed to hold my own spoon, reduced to a machine that merely opened its mouth.
Is this some form of caregiving?
How much would I have to pay for this? No, maybe the very thought of repaying their kindness with money shows just how jaded I’ve become.

They said it was out of gratitude.
They said it was part of a celebration.

So,
Admiring their dazzling thighs, gulp,
The beautiful cleavage at their chests, gulp,
And the youthful, lively arms visible beyond the spoons they held, gulp,
Is it alright to enjoy this? Munch, munch.
Could enjoying it be a way to reciprocate their gratitude? Munch, munch.

“Kyousuke, ah-ah-ahhh.”

And in front of me was my stepsister. A girl who became part of my family due to our parents’ remarriage. Even counting from the first time we met, I’ve never seen this expression on her face, nor had she ever fed me like this.

Wait, do they know I defeated the Demon Lord?
Is this some kind of reward for saving the other world?
A victory celebration at the Toudou household?
Do they even have interdimensional communication magic?

For now,
“Ah, ahhh.”
I opened my mouth in response to my stepsister’s “ahhh.” I could feel both girls on either side of me gasp. There really must be something going on.

Well then, munch, munch.

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“Thanks for the meal. Was it really okay for me to be the only one eating?”
“We already ate earlier. Besides! Kyousuke, you always…”
“W-wait, Kyousuke-kun! We ate early for Thanksgiving!”
“Yes, that’s right! Now, I’ll get the dessert ready.”

After having her rant intercepted by Yuma, Mihane quickly composed herself. It was as if she was deliberately restraining her usual behavior, which seemed crucial for this gathering.

So, this is something public. Could it be related to defeating the Demon Lord?
No, that can’t be it.
Their eyes mostly showed feelings of gratitude, excitement, arousal, and anxiety. None of those seemed to fit with the idea of defeating a Demon Lord.

Well, in reality, I didn’t defeat a Demon Lord.
In fact, I was taken down along with him.
So, I have no idea what eyes would look like post-victory.
Haha.

Let’s stop avoiding the issue and think it through.
If I actually saw it, it would probably be something like “Happy, Happy, Happy.” There were three Shrine Maidens, after all.
So, maybe it’s just simple affection.

Recalling the emotions in their eyes, it reminded me of the time a neighboring country was destroyed by demons, and I had to cheer up the princess, who was mourning the death of her fiancé. On the day I left, she asked me to come back alive. She wanted to meet again. That princess had such eyes…

“Kyousuke.”

While I was lost in thought, the three of them brought over glasses with ice cream. Transparent glasses with handles, filled with vanilla ice cream—just three servings.

Wait, where’s my ice cream?
Is this where they build me up just to drop me?
Ah, I see…

“Kyousuke-san, let’s feed each other.”

It turns out there were four spoons, but mine was noticeably larger. As Kyouko handed me the large spoon, she said that with a hint of playfulness.

“Okay, I’ll go first!”

Yuma, who had taken a seat next to me, said that cheerfully. The sofa bounced slightly, and her large chest jiggled a bit, not supported by any underwire like it would be in normal underwear.

“Alright, please go ahead. Take a big scoop.”

A big scoop? Can she really handle that much in one go? Won’t she get brain freeze? Is this safe?

With a blush, she opened her mouth wide. I scooped a big portion of ice cream from the glass Yuma held, just as she instructed.
But just as I brought it close, Yuma closed her mouth.

Why!?

The displaced spoon bumped against her lips, spilling ice cream, which ended up covering her cleavage like a lid.

“…”

“Well, I-I guess it’s my turn now.”

Yuma ignored my “ahhh” attempt and scooped up the ice cream from her own chest, bringing it to me with a monotone “ahhh.”

She’s terrible at this.
“Not ‘well,’ but…” Anyway, I took a bite.

It was erotic. Tasty. And erotic again.
The fact that Yuma, who seemed like the quietest one, would pull off something like this was just inherently erotic. They didn’t have anything like this in the other world! The spoon practically bounced from the excitement!

“Next is me.”

This time, I nervously brought the spoon closer to Kyouko’s mouth. I didn’t want to hurt her, but more than that, there was a looming fear of not knowing what might happen next.
As expected, Kyouko closed her mouth and used the ice cream to cover her cleavage like Yuma did. But then, she went a step further and poured syrup from a small bottle over herself…
There was more to this than I expected…

“Alright, Kyousuke-san, say ahhh.”

I took a bite. Erotic and delicious.
I felt the shock of inventing new vocabulary. Kyouko’s cleavage was like marshmallows. The spoon sank in, only to rebound after a delay.

The fact that the seemingly most serious Kyouko… you know what I mean (continuing the same sentiment as before).

“And lastly, it’s my turn.”

Mihane, the last one, directly placed all the ice cream from the glass into her cleavage, flipping it over like a cup of pudding.
She completely discarded the charade of feeding each other.
In a way, it was a high-speed fastball straight down the middle.
To top it off, she applied chocolate sauce from a tube.

This is that thing, right? Where you serve it on your body?

Mihane, now abandoning her spoon, put on a confident face and said,
“Bon appétit.”

I pressed the imaginary “Like” button in my mind.