Chapter 199: Lucky! Mixing a man in is more exciting than doing it with only women

"The inside of the fridge and food shelves was empty."

While pointing at the fridge and food shelves inside the counter, Sara continued.

"While I was going to call faces, Melanie and Emma went to get drinks and food."

(Speaking of Melanie and Emma, those two from then.)

When being guided around the ship by Crio, the two women in underwear form encountered together with Sara were Melanie Woodward and Emma Darin. He had seen scenes of Sara, Melanie, and Emma being three several times.

All three late twenties same age, on good terms.

(All three had good bodies.)

He recalled the three in underwear form and became a little embarrassed.

"Those two will be back soon too."

Saying so, Sara headed toward the corner of the room. In the corner of the room, two wine-red L-shaped sofas in reception set style were placed facing each other.

Between the two sofas a black square table was placed. In other words, the two sofas were placed so four people could sit surrounding the table.

Sara sat on the sofa by the wall and, while tapping the seat surface of the right front of the same sofa, called out to him.

"Sit here."

He nodded and sat as Sara instructed. Sara became in a state of sitting left front from his view.

Seeming already prepared before calling faces, on the table a red case of playing cards and another black case were placed.

"One is the penalty game card deck?"

Deck meant a set of cards.

"Yeah, the red one is playing cards, the black one is penalty game... tax card deck."

Right after Sara answered his question, opening the door two women entered the recreation room. One was Melanie, a woman with dark brown skin and large black eyes impressive, dark pink short bob.

Outfit of sky blue tank top with largely open chest and denim shorts. Slightly thick lips glossy, chest in the ample class.

The other was Emma, a woman with white skin impressive with green semi-long wavy hair. Eye color green, slightly sleepy narrow eyes.

Outfit of thin pink knit camisole and long pants. The chest wrapped in the camisole was ample rivaling Uraka.

Both not to Sara’s degree but tall, as he expressed "good body", good style. Both carrying large flax-colored cloth bags in hand.

"Fast, already back... wait, Kazu?"

First Melanie called out to Sara and him.

"Met Kazu on the way to the living area, so invited."

At Sara’s words, Emma responded happily.

"Lucky! Mixing a man in is more exciting than doing it with only women!"

Melanie and Emma entered inside the counter, took out bottled drinks and food from the cloth bags, and began storing them in the fridge and storage cases.

"Drinks... what did you bring?"

To the asking Sara, Melanie answered.

"Umm, stout and ale, whisky soda and milk, which is good?"

"Whisky soda!"

After Sara answered immediately, Melanie asked him.

"Kazu?"

"Then, milk."

Since not wanting to drink alcohol, he chose the only milk that seemed not alcohol.

"Milk, not a kid..."

After saying so, Sara continued.

"No, age-wise still a kid."

"Soon eighteen, so adult. Just, me... bad drunk, so decided not to drink alcohol."

"Bad drunk? How?"

"Mouth becomes bad, or ends up saying things that shouldn’t be said."

While playing with his cowlick, he added awkwardly.

"Things that normally rationality and common sense work and don’t put in mouth end up spoken, causing various troubles, so decided not to drink."

"Things that shouldn’t be said? For example?"

Emma who walked over asked him. On the tray Emma held boxes of snacks and such were loaded.

"...Talks of women relations and such."

When in Aquila, he sometimes ended up drinking alcohol. Mostly results of adventurer companions mischievously mixing alcohol in his drink, or results of carelessly ordering unknown drink and it being alcohol.

At such times, not only mouth became bad, but he sometimes ended up putting talks of women he had relations with in mouth. He normally absolutely did not talk about women he had relations with, but when drunk there were cases of talking.

"...So means you have female experience?"

The one who asked was Melanie who walked with Emma. On the tray Melanie held bottles of drinks were loaded.

(Did I say something unnecessary?)

Having answered honestly by chance, he regretted a little.

"Well, reasonably..."

"Do you have a girlfriend or something?"

Asked by Emma, the faces of Lumia and Monica passed through his head.

(Not that they’re girlfriends, those two.)

After muttering in his heart as if telling himself, he answered.

"No. Never had."

"No girlfriend but have female experience... curious. Shall we make you drink and talk?"

While saying so, Melanie sat facing him enjoyably. Then, moving the drink bottles to the table, placed the tray on the sofa.

"Please spare me."

He returned words to Melanie.

"Until arriving at Virgo, don’t want to cause trouble in the ship, so don’t want to drink alcohol."

At some point, not only drink bottles but snacks were also placed on the table. Emma who sat on the right front seat moved snacks from on the tray to the table, and placed the tray on the sofa.

"If Kazu has no girlfriend and has female experience, fine without changing the deck, usual one."

While muttering, as a trigger of Sara taking the blue label whisky soda bottle in hand, everyone took their respective bottles. He also took the bottle filled with white liquid that seemed milk in hand.

Since just brought from the refrigerator, the bottle he took was moderately cold and sweating.

"First let’s toast."

As a trigger of Sara’s words, everyone uncorked the bottles.

"No particular reason, but for now toast!"

In a form of Sara taking the lead, the four lightly matched their respective bottles. Then, without pouring into glasses and such, put mouths to the bottles as is and began drinking.

(N? Sweet and sour.)

The liquid he thought was milk and drank was sweet and sour yogurt-like taste for milk, so he was surprised. When he confirmed the bottle label, the label had milk written large, but above it yogurt written in small characters.

"Yogurt milk... so sweet and sour."

"Ah, sorry! First time seeing the bottle, thought it was milk."

Holding the stout bottle in hand, Melanie asked him.

"Was yogurt bad?"

"Fine, like yogurt too. Besides, with this label you’d mistake for milk."

After responding, he put mouth to the bottle again and drank a mouthful of the cold yogurt-like taste yogurt milk.

"Then, shall we start. First lord decide by janken."

What Sara said "lord" was the winner of the game, the side that gave the penalty game of tax setting. Each time the winner of the game became the lord, but the first lord was decided by janken.

The first lord could not give penalty games, just a dealer-like role of cutting cards and distributing to everyone. Sara decided as lord by janken first took out tax cards from the black case, cut with familiar hand movements, and placed the bundle of cards on the table.

Next, cutting the playing cards taken out from the red case, Sara distributed five cards as hand to everyone. In order from the deck, took one card each, while discarding unnecessary cards and exchanging, completed a hand with the hand.

Cards could be exchanged five times, but among those who made a hand by then, the one who made a higher hand became the winner. Those who completed a hand declared going up with hand face down, and after that card exchange was not possible.

In case of same strength hand, the one who completed first won.

"Since Sara is lord, from me."

Saying so, Melanie took one card from the deck in hand, exchanged with hand, and discarded one to the middle of the table. From the player on the left of the lord, card exchange began, and proceeded clockwise.

The first game began from Melanie sitting left front of Sara, to Emma to him, then Sara in that order exchanging cards. Following Melanie Emma, then he and Sara each exchanged cards.

(Ah! Mistook the card to discard!)

Making a trivial miss he normally would not, unable to make a hand well, the game proceeded. Then, after the third card exchange, Sara face-downed her hand.

"Going up!"

Sara declared going up.

"Eh? Already?"

Melanie raised a surprised voice.

"Me... still not at all."

The somewhat drawn-out feel words of Emma he inherited.

"Me too..."

"Pretty high hand, so seems decided as my win."

In an enjoyable tone, Sara continued.

"Hope can draw an interesting tax card."

Excepting Sara who became in a high viewing state, card exchange proceeded with only the other three. In the end, the remaining three finished five card exchanges without being able to align a hand.

If five card exchanges ended, the game ended.

"Sara’s win."

Disappointedly, Emma declared.

"Hand?"

Asked by Melanie, Sara turned the face-downed hand face up. Playing cards were similar to trump but no face cards existed, and suit names differed.

In trump, corresponding to spade was sword, corresponding to club was wand (magician’s staff), corresponding to heart was shield, corresponding to diamond was lance. Per suit, symbols and numbers were color-coded, sword red, wand green, shield yellow, lance blue.

The hand Sara showed was all sword suit.

"Sword flush."

Seeing Sara’s hand, Melanie muttered. Aligning five of the same suit became flush. Flush was high among hands.