Vol 4 Chapter 51 – Now You Can Make Master Go Head Over Heels ♪【Vol 4: Harem Life Arc】

“Master♪”

I turned toward the sweet voice — and there stood a dog-eared girl in a maid uniform.

But it wasn’t her usual small, adorable self.

Long, slender limbs. A cinched, graceful waist.

The dog ears and maid dress were the same as always, but her face was strikingly, breathtakingly mature.

“Um… who are you?”

“Ehehe, it’s Torte~♪”

“What?!”

“I had a growth spell cast on me. So I could make Master even happier♪”

A growth spell?

Did the magic that convenience actually exist?

But sure enough — that sunny, beaming smile when she giggled was unmistakably Torte’s.

“So? Torte’s not a little shrimp anymore~ Is she… charming?”

Torte pinched the hem of her maid’s skirt between her fingertips and gave a delicate little curtsy.

“Ah — y-yeah…”

Charming didn’t even begin to cover it.

If Torte grew up, she’d turn into this kind of devastating beauty?

Her emerald green eyes were deep and brilliant, drawing anyone who looked into them like a current.

Her loveliness was every bit a match for Milfy-san’s.

“I’m so happy… Now I can make Master go completely head over heels♪”

Torte wrapped both arms around my shoulders.

A bewitching, sidelong glance she had never once shown in her younger form. My chest tightened, my heart hammering in double time.

Squish.

Her newly grown, generous chest pressed against mine.

Impossibly soft. Lush and full. My reason nearly evaporated on the spot.

“Master…♡ Torte will serve you for real, lots and lots♡”

She pressed even closer.

The rich, intoxicating scent and warmth of her sent my head spinning.

Her face drifted near enough that her breath brushed my lips — they were almost touching —

“Hold it right there——!!”

A sharp voice cut in from the side.

I looked over — and there stood a cat-eared girl, violet hair in two high pigtails, planted with her hands on her hips.

“Oh — Eclair?”

“Why do you recognize me instantly?! I’ve obviously shrunk, haven’t I?!”

Now that she mentioned it — she was about two heads shorter than usual like she’d reverted to childhood.

“Well — I mean, there’s one part of you that hasn’t changed at all, so…”

I said it while looking at her chest, which was… remarkably, impressively flat.

“HFKYAAAAAAH! Stop identifying people purely by their chest size!”

Child-Eclair stomped her feet furiously.

No matter how violently she moved, her chest remained absolutely, perfectly still.

“Master~ Torte’s chest is so big she can do this♡ Woof~♪”

Ignoring the fuming Eclair entirely, Torte pressed in from both sides and sandwiched my face between her ample softness.

What a feeling. What softness. Was this heaven?

“I can do something bold too!”

Fired up with competitive spirit, child-Eclair thrust her firm, flat chest directly into my lap.

“OW ow ow ow! That hurts, that HURTS! Don’t push something that hard into me! Is this torture?!”

“How rude! You love being done with a chest, don’t you?!”

“That is NOT a chest! That’s a board! A plank!”

“MNYAAAAAAH! I am so MAD! Take THIS!”

Grind grind grind grind!

“OWOW OW OW! A board! A BOARD is grinding against me, it HURTS!”

“ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!!”

“Stop stop STOP, you’ll wear it down! It’ll get even shorter!!”

“Ngh… ngh… wearing down… help me…”

“Hey, hey — Theo?”

“The board… the board is…”

“Master, are you okay?!”

“Huh—?”

I was shaken awake and jolted upright.

I was in my usual bed.

On either side of me, wearing nothing at all, Eclair and Torte were peering down at me with worried faces.

“Wha — huh, you two…?”

“Master, you were groaning so much in your sleep.”

Torte looked at me with her round, pale green eyes.

Not the full-grown, alluring figure from the dream — just her usual small, endearing self.

“Wait — it was a dream…? Oh, thank goodness…”

I let out a long breath of relief.

Right, obviously Torte wasn’t going to suddenly grow up like that overnight.

“What kind of dream makes you groan like that?”

Eclair asked, looking thoroughly exasperated.

Her chest, half hidden behind the sheets, naturally drew my gaze.

…It was flat.

“AAGH! It wasn’t a dream after all!!”

“Excuse me?! I don’t know what’s going on but I am sensing something extremely rude right now!”

Ugh, the plank-iness, I’m scared of it…

Small is fine — I just want it to grow up soft someday…

About three weeks had passed since Torte woke from the sleep spell.

Ever since then, our nightly… threesome sessions had become a daily routine for the three of us.

Maybe that was why I’d started having strange dreams like this.

At first, both Eclair and I had been resistant to doing things together as a group — but it’s frightening what you can get used to.

Lately, Eclair and Torte had been spending more and more time focused on each other.

Which was, frankly, incredibly erotic — just watching was enough to get worked up — but it also meant less pressure on me, so I couldn’t exactly complain.

Anyway, that’s when I noticed something.

“…Hm? Eclair, let me see your stomach.”

“Huh? W-What, all of a sudden—”

Eclair’s face went red and she tugged the sheets up to her midriff.

We’d seen each other in far more embarrassing situations just last night — why be shy about this now… Girls’ sense of modesty was genuinely baffling.

“Sorry, there’s just something I want to check. Just for a second.”

“…Fine, fine.”

Eclair hesitantly peeled back the sheet.

I looked at her smooth, pale stomach — and my voice jumped.

“Look, Eclair — your curse-mark is gone!”

“Huh? …Oh!”

Eclair scrambled to look down at her own stomach.

The pink curse-rune that had been engraved just below her navel was gone — completely, without a trace.

“Whoa! You did it, El-sis!”

“The curse-breaking worked! That’s amazing, Eclair!”

Torte and I looked at each other and cheered.

All those nightly “treatments” had finally paid off.

But — Eclair herself wore an expression that looked strangely… unsettled.

“Oh… y-yeah… that’s right…”

“…? What’s wrong — aren’t you happy?”

“N-No, I am, I really am… Thank you, Theo.”

She looked at me and smiled, a little shyly.

But that smile had no energy behind it. It looked, somehow, lonely.

What’s gotten into her…?