Chapter 144: Hilaria

Is this "signature dish" the inn’s crowning achievement?

Having eaten a bit of the grilled dish, I still have time before the beef is ready, so I savor the eel.

Oh, it’s delicious.

The combination of sea urchin roe and sauce is simply extraordinary.

The tempura-like texture is tender in my mouth, as if I were eating a delicate tendon, yet it retains a hint of crispiness.

giving me the impression that it could easily slide down my throat with the excellent soy sauce.

"Yuna, give it a try, too. Ah."

"..."

Yuna glanced around shyly before opening her mouth just a bit.

"Mmm..."

"Delicious, isn’t it?"

"Yes, it is. When you feed me like that, it tastes even better."

Cleo also offered her a bite.

"The tempura is tasty."

"Ha-hoo. Yes. Maybe because we came in from the cold, I prefer something hot over sashimi."

It seemed everyone shared the same sentiment, as the soup dishes were already being refilled.

"Since we’re diving again tomorrow, eat heartily."

"Big brother, you should eat some eel too."

"Why aren’t you two touching the eel?"

"They say it’s good for men. It’s better if our brother eats it. Don’t you think, Elle?"

"..."

Elle nodded in agreement.

"Yes, strength is important for men."

Listening to Elle’s sultry voice, filled with the satisfaction of their intimate pregnancy encounter, was quite embarrassing.

"Ah, senior. You still have to answer the question I asked earlier, right?"

Hilaria spoke up suddenly.

"What was it?"

"You agreed to make a baby with me."

Unable to stomach such a conversation without alcohol, Yuna took a sip of her fruit wine.

"...Whew."

"You’ll be planting your seed in the women you like tonight, won’t you? Give some to me too!"

"Did you entrust your seed to me?"

"You’ll be planting your seed." How unexpected...

An older man wouldn’t even say something like that, yet these unimaginable words are coming from the mouth of a girl younger than me.

Everyone was surprised, but they didn’t seem too shaken, possibly trying to maintain composure.

"Senior, tell me honestly! Am I not good enough for you?"

The door opens.

Kibele, another member of the squad, takes Hilaria away, her cheeks a bright red.

"I apologize. I’ll take her with me."

"Why?"

"Are you already drunk, Hilaria? Planting seeds... You’ve gone too far. How can you be so rude to our senior?"

"I didn’t say anything I didn’t mean."

"Seriously. Hurry up and come! Before you create more embarrassing memories..."

I smiled as I watched the two bicker.

The alcohol tastes great.

"Hilaria, you can stay here."

"Look! Heehee, isn’t this proof that my senior sees me as pretty?"

Hilaria. She is beautiful, indeed.

I don’t dislike the junior who actively appeals to me to receive a cream pie; she’s even a virgin.

Instead of being brazen, she’s simply throwing a lightning-fast pitch at the man she likes. The self-assurance emanating from her speech and actions supports this attitude.

"It’s because you don’t have discerning eyes that you’re part of the Imperial Army. Kibele~."

"Uh... My apologies."

As Kibele tries to leave, the sliding door closes, blocking her exit.

"Hey, guys...? Open it, open it."

Kibele whines, but the sliding door remains shut.

"Senior Ren~~ Please accept our lovely Kibele too."

"Kyah~~."

"Kibele is the type you’d enjoy when it comes to Kibele Bossam!"

A playful laugh echoes from the other side of the sliding door. With her face as red as a tomato, Kibele grunts as she grasps the door, trying to escape quickly.

"Sit down, Kibele."

"Y-yes...!?"

"Let’s eat together."

"I am more into sowing seeds... that sort of thing!"

"I won’t sow."

Am I some kind of academy’s seed-sowing master?

"If Kibele can’t bear to dine with a D-class Fleshlight Collector, there’s nothing that can be done about it."

"It’s not like that, but..."

"Don’t hesitate, sit down!"

Hilaria firmly grasps Kibele’s arm and sits her down. Now their positions are reversed.

"...I apologize..."

How adorable.

It’s not easy to look good wearing glasses, but Kibele manages to pull it off with her sleek black hair and black-framed spectacles.

[Assessing Fleshlight Compatibility]

Stop trying to figure it out!

Yet, I can’t help but scrutinize her, especially the intimate areas.

[Kibele]

[Difficulty Level: None (crossed out)] [Fleshlight Compatibility Grade B]

[Virgin] [Underwear: small polka-dot pants with minimal fabric]

Fleshlight Trait (★): A passive but fiery rape fetish When subjected to one-sided actions, she becomes incredibly wet and excited.

She was a necromancer with exceptional command skills and was considered a top prospect in her first year. A black-haired literary girl who appears as if drawn in a painting, her glasses suiting her perfectly. [Shy at first, but easygoing once acquainted]

Feeling dizzy.

What else could a rape fetish pussy be?

More than that, the constant mention of the underwear being worn now allows one to imagine the undergarments beneath the yukata!

"Hila, it’s because of you."

"Why? It’s nice to eat something delicious here. And receive the seed."

"I mean, even if you don’t spray it..."

Then Isolde spoke.

"Hilaria. Even if we get the seed, we get it. Is there anything you can’t say in front of your senior girlfriend?"

"Huh? Girlfriend? Did you have a senior girlfriend?"

Isolde pointed to Elle, Sarika, and herself in turn.

"There are three of us here, right?"

"Phew!"

Kibele, who was drinking water, spewed it.

...

Yuna seems a little surprised, too.

"Brother..."

"Huh?"

"My friends... They all became your girlfriends."

*Gulp...*

When you say it like that, you really sound like a shameless older brother.

He was, in fact, a shameless older brother.

Just one day before the exchange, he met his younger sister’s friends and made them all his girlfriends.

"...Sarika too?"

"Yes..."

Sarika murmured, her cheeks flushed with a hint of alcohol.

"I’m your girlfriend."

"Isolde too?"

"Our senior is the official alpha male of our channel."

Now, Yuna’s eyes were on me.

"Oppa?"

"...I’m sorry."

Somehow, I felt the need to apologize.

"We’re here."

What do they mean by "we’re here"?

No matter how beautiful they are, I can’t cross the line with my sister. Even now, I’m holding back, thinking of my mother in Romania, who hasn’t exchanged a single word with me.

*Gulp, gulp.*

Having emptied a glass of fruit wine, I put it down. Yuna silently leaned towards me, revealing her overflowing breasts while refilling my glass. I stared at her beautiful profile and breasts, captivated.

Cleo also turned her body toward me.

"Perverted playboy of a big brother."

Both of them loosened their yukatas, as if determined to expose their chests. They looked at me with their pretty faces.

"...Hmph. I’m here too."

"..."

I had to pretend I didn’t know. If I showed any reaction, it would be social suicide.

"So, what’s the bottom line?"

Hilaria tilted her head and inquired.

"Here. Was this once your senior’s harem inn?"

"..."

"..."

She couldn’t help but admire the aptness of the summary.

"What’s a harem?" Brigid asked.

"Well, it’s a thing. A complicated thing."

"A complicated matter, is it?"

Hilaria rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought.

"Hmm. A concubine’s chamber... That seems to hurt one’s pride a bit."

Oddly enough, she was fine with getting pregnant with my baby right away and even taking on the role of the breadwinner. But a concubine’s chamber bruised her pride, making her a junior who seemed to defy the times.

After mealtime had ended and a little time had passed, I found myself feeling restless. Seeking some fresh air, I ventured out onto the wide veranda to be alone for a while.

To my surprise, Hilaria was there as well.

"Ah, did you come to sober up too?"

As she turned her body toward me, the yukata revealed the tremendous outline of her enormous breasts that couldn’t be concealed. Wow.

Perhaps it’s because of her sturdy frame, but the large chest didn’t seem unnatural at all and was quite beautiful.

"Ugh. I’m stuffed with beef."

"When did you say you’d put meat on me?"

Hilaria blinked her eyes as if the breeze pleased her.

"Oh, I forgot... It’s delicious..."

"Did you give it any thought?"

"Um. I’m not too fond of the concubine room."

"Then go to bed."

I supported Hilaria, who was swaying. Her body was warmer and softer than I had expected.

The size of her breasts was so large that they touched my body even without my intention.

As I gazed at the rich, soft mounds that flowed under the yukata due to gravity, my cock naturally grew hard.

"Don’t you want to impregnate my healthy body?"

"All of a sudden?"

"I believe it’s only natural for a woman to seek out the father of her child when she’s able to conceive in the healthiest manner possible."

"Am I that child’s father?"

"..."

"..."

The moment our eyes met, I couldn’t help but kiss Hilaria. Unfazed, she reciprocated with a passionate and intense kiss, our tongues intertwining.

"*Smack, Slurp, Suck.*"

"*Nibble... Bite... Gnaw...*"

Contrary to what I had heard about her being rather reserved, our first kiss with Hilaria was incredibly aggressive and indulgent. As I firmly grasped her breast, she placed her hands atop mine, adding even more pressure to my grip.

*Squeeze.*

The sensation was extraordinary.

"Gasp... *Smack...* My breast... You’ve really kneaded it."

"I want to get you pregnant."

"Hehe... I thought so."

"I want to get you pregnant."

As I continued to firmly grip her breast, our passionate kissing persisted.

"Mmm..."

Hilaria seemed somewhat taken aback by my enthusiasm.

"Yes... *Smack... Slurp... Suck...*"

"You’re really manhandling my breast. You."

I slipped my hand into her yukata, grasping Hilaria’s bountiful bosom and giving it a forceful tug.

It was an enormous bosom that would never yield to Elle.

"Mm... Ahh..."

Though we kissed while Hilaria stood on tiptoes and our lips hungrily devoured each other, I was always the one to prevail. Hilaria’s body tensed slightly, as if she felt a tinge of dissatisfaction. Perhaps her natural position as a woman didn’t sit well with her?