Chapter 5 - Racshell and the Goddess Summon
On the night of my second day in this new world, I decided to test out another skill.
"Goddess Summon!"
As I finished the incantation, the room filled with a dazzling light. When the light subsided, Racshell was sitting primly on my bed. It worked, but my head felt a little dizzy. I felt a bit queasy, almost like I was tipsy. But she was really here. I was completely shocked. This could be a great party trick at a year-end party.
Racshell seemed surprised too, her eyes darting around the room.
"There aren't any enemies around. Why did you use the summoning magic?"
There it was, that irritatingly cutesy way of speaking, just like yesterday.
"Because I'm not satisfied with your explanation at all."
"About what, may I ask?"
"Everything, but let's start with some jabs. 'A Walker's Guide to the World' is a pain to use. Make it readable on a spatial display, like a character sheet. And cut the special feature at the beginning."
"That's a wonderful idea! I'll get right on it. But I'm not cutting the special feature!"
She held up her index finger and made a little 'tut-tut' gesture. Her chest bounced. In response, my brain bounced a little too.
"N-Next. When we came to this world, Mizuki's and my hair colors changed."
"Oh, that's just you adapting to the new world. The environment is different from your old one, you see."
"Is that so?" I couldn't tear my eyes away from her chest. Even her breathing made it tremble slightly.
"Yes. And just a little bit, Mizuki-san reflects your ideals, Mash-san, and you reflect hers. It's my little blessing for you."
"More like a curse. Are you saying I became slightly more Mizuki's type? It's painful to say it myself, but no matter what you add to a middle-aged guy, he's still a middle-aged guy!"
Time to heal up by looking at some boobs.
"If you can't tell what happened to you, then please think about the changes in Mizuki-san."
"Mizuki has definitely gotten cuter, I guess. But that doesn't apply to me, right? She still hates me."
"That's not true at all. Mizuki-san has her own things going on, you know."
She puffed out her chest proudly for some reason. It jiggled again.
"I don't believe you."
"Then let me show you one piece of evidence. This is very hard for me to say, but, um, well… Mash-san's… peen—I mean, your thing down there has gotten a little bigger, you see."
She stopped herself from saying something decisive, but the word was seared into my brain. Racshell was pointing at my crotch. I instinctively looked down. Thanks to my observation of Racshell's bouncing chest, it was at full attention. I couldn't really tell if it had actually gotten bigger, though. Racshell was also looking at my crotch. The word she'd almost said echoed in my mind over and over. Wait, I was currently flashing an erection in front of a member of the opposite sex.
"Is this your maximum size, Mash-san? It seems a little smaller than average…"
"Aaaaaaaah! Don't look!"
I doubled over, covering and hiding my partner, who sometimes couldn't even manage to shed his turtleneck. My ultimate dignity had been shattered by the boob demon.
"S-S-Sorry. What was I thinking… Ahem, anyway, please ask her directly about the rest. Do you have any other questions?"
Racshell tried to deflect with a forced cough. I wanted to forget this as quickly as possible, too. Let's get back on topic. Right, Racshell's chest.
"Next, right. Your breasts… no, that's not it. Dammit, it was a question. Right, your three sizes."
"I believe I told you that's a secret."
This time, she covered her chest with her arms. Pressed by her arms, her chest bounced. Dammit, I'm at my limit.
"Have you been drinking? Your vibe is totally different from yesterday."
Racshell asked. I hadn't been drinking, but I was aware that something had been off ever since I'd used Goddess Summon.
"You think? I'm the same as always."
I tried to act tough, though there was no point.
"You might not realize it, but you were the quiet, perverted type who would sneak glances at my chest while pretending not to be interested. But today… you've been staring the whole time, haven't you?"
She'd hit the nail right on the head. I desperately tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came to mind. Racshell had measured my size and even pointed out my hidden perversions. I had to thank her for this. That's right, the boobs.
"I want to touch them," I blurted out.
"Eek! Wh-What are you saying?"
I pushed aside her arms covering her chest and grabbed both breasts. My fingers sank into an unbelievably soft mound. Then, a ripple of elasticity pushed back.
"Mash-san! You can't! You'll really become a criminal!"
"It's fine. Unfortunately for you, Racshell, you don't exist in this world. Which means, no matter what I do to you, it doesn't count as doing anything."
"Oh, I do hate clever boys."
I pushed her down onto the bed and continued to grope her chest. Racshell tried to push me away, but I was stronger.
"I want to feel them bare."
"N-No way!"
I stripped off Racshell's top. Two mounds were exposed, with adorable pink buds perched on their peaks. My hands were drawn to those mountains. The skin was silky smooth. I kneaded them from below, admiring their shape and the way they changed in my hands. I buried my face in the valley between them. The pressure of her breasts squashed my face.
"S-So this is the legendary…" I enjoyed the sensation of her chest bouncing against my face.
"Nnnh, please come to your senses!"
I lifted my head and latched onto the tip of her right breast.
"Ahn!" Racshell let out a gasp. Hearing her voice sent my excitement into overdrive. I rolled it around with my tongue. Racshell grabbed my head with both hands and pressed me against her chest.
"Racshell."
I pulled my face away from her breast. Her hands were still resting on my head.
"Y-Yes. But if you could, please add a '-sama' to my name."
"I'm turned on. How about you?"
I was feeling good about the fact that her resistance had disappeared.
"Ugh, this is so wrong, but… for a virgin, you're surprisingly good at this. It feels so nice…"
"H-How did you know I'm a virgin?"
"I'm a goddess! Besides, you're way too fidgety when you talk to me or Mizuki-san. I'm sure Mizuki-san has noticed, too."
How embarrassing. I hadn't been able to hide it at all. My HP took a massive hit.
"Tch, well, you're too easy. I'd be more fired up if you put up more of a fight."
"Please don't say such cruel things so casually. It's not my fault! It's because there's no entertainment in my palace in the Garden of Eden!"
So she's bored. Is that why she made that ridiculously long skill list and the thick guidebook?
"Whatever. For now, let's get back to your chest. Time for the other one."
"Very well."
Racshell replied, guiding my head to the peak of her left breast. The moment my lips touched it, she let out a moan.
While I suckled on her breast, I carelessly groped her lower half.
"N-Not there, that's really…"
I ignored her and continued to touch her over her underwear.
"Don't be so rough. Be more gentle…"
I couldn't really get a good feel through the fabric. She was wet, so she was clearly feeling it. I grabbed her underwear and pulled it off.
"Eek! Any further is really not okay!"
Just as I was about to look at Racshell's crotch, my vision distorted.
"My fingers… descending upon a field of gold? W-what… signals are getting crossed… huh…?"
I didn't even know what I was saying myself. My speech was slurred. It felt like someone was shaking my brain directly. My consciousness was warping. I felt sick. It was like the seasickness I'd felt as a child on a boat tossing on rough waves, only much, much worse.
"Ra… cshell… Did you… do something… to me?"
"Ah, I thought something was strange about you for a while. That's mana sickness. You're running on empty, Mash-san. You used up almost all your mana on the summon, and then you completely drained it by keeping me manifested. I could ask if you're okay, but you're clearly not, are you?"
I collapsed onto the floor. Racshell sat up, straightened her clothes, and then knelt to check on me. Her hand touched my cheek, then moved to my head, stroking my hair. It felt gentle. My vision rapidly narrowed, and my consciousness began to fade. But thanks to that, I was freed, just a little, from my obsession with Racshell's chest.
"Right, the Demon Lord that was supposed to be defeated was already beaten 100 years ago…"
Racshell was saying something in reply, but I couldn't hear a word.
I woke up the next morning—no, it was closer to noon. I had been sleeping face down on the floor. Racshell was gone, but I was clutching her panties in my right hand. They were high-class panties, made of pure white lace. I stared at them, confirming that last night's events had been real.
I thought about everything that had happened since I'd been transferred to this world. My behavior was clearly strange. Before, I would never have said the things I was thinking. I was overly conscious of what women thought of me, afraid of rejection, and acted in a way that hid my true feelings, protecting myself with a strange sense of pride that others would find incomprehensible. Yet now, I was making sexually harassing comments to Mizuki, asking the guild receptionist to set me up with a girl, and, albeit due to mana sickness, I had practically assaulted Racshell.
My thoughts were the same as before, but my actions were completely different. Was this what Racshell meant by 'adapting to the new world'? Speaking of which, I wonder if she was mad at me. I had a feeling she was okay.
"Alright, I'll raise my level, increase my mana, and summon Racshell again."
I wanted to apologize. And if I was lucky, I wanted to finish what we started.
I remembered her saying I had become slightly more Mizuki's type. I wanted to check my face, but there was no mirror. I remembered I had put my smartphone in my storage and took it out. I'd been using it on the train, but for some reason, it was fully charged. I launched the camera app and looked at myself. My hair definitely had a greenish tint to it. I felt like my features might have improved slightly, but a middle-aged guy was still a middle-aged guy.
There was one more thing to check.
"A Walker's Guide to the World."
When I chanted the spell, the book appeared on a monitor in the air, just like a character sheet. Racshell worked fast. When I swiped my hand, the pages turned, letting me read it like an e-book. I went back to the cover. I found out that the opening special feature had been expanded by about 200 pages. I kept flipping through the pages. The special feature went on and on, and I couldn't seem to reach the pages with information about the city.
"I need a search function and a way to jump to specific pages."
I quietly closed A Walker's Guide to the World.