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Chapter 379 Part 2

(Let’s try to make a request to the store.)

Nodding to myself, I get up from the sofa where I had been resting and head for the counter at the back of the lobby.
Cassabell, Jayanne, and Cionne. Out of these three, Cionne actually treats me the best, not Jayanne.
This is also the store that was the earliest to lift my ban.

『The man who invented Oyakodon and played an active role in the defense of the northern countries against the invasion of the Empire.』

Probably because of these two reasons.

(I think it was the country where the Box Doll came from.)

A country neighboring the Black Locust country which has a Knight that looks like a box with arms and legs attached as its flag bearer at that time. That was the home country of the owner of the store.
When I arrived at the counter, I politely asked the elderly man in charge of the store why not sell the mother separately.

「I’ve tried it once before, but it didn’t go well.」

The master concierge answered with an apologetic look. It seems that what I thought had already been done.
When I asked him the reason, he said, 『almost no one was nominated』.

(Most of the customers came for the magical girls after all.)

I guess it means that customers who prefer the mother type would rather go to another store that focuses on that type. However, I would like to be able to choose Oyakodon from the mother, not from the magical girls.

「If you have any good ideas, please feel free to suggest them!」

And with the concierge’s words sending me on my way, I returned to the city, under the crimson-colored setting sun.

(Hm?)

Just after a few steps outside, I saw two women in their late twenties or early thirties. From the fact that they were holding a women’s brothel magazine in their hands, I guess they were planning to either buy a man or go to see a muscular bikini strip or a man-on-man chopping block show.
But that’s not what really caught my eye.

(That’s…)

The pochette string that hangs diagonally from the shoulder cuts into her chest, making her chest noticeably more pronounced.
The percent(％)*, as I call it in my previous life. The strained and distorted two circles showed really well.
*TL Note: String, usually from a shoulder bag that split the two breasts diagonally, vividly showing the shapes of the two circles.

(What a nice sight…)

The women sitting on the platform and sidelines often adorned themselves with a variety of accessories. However, there were no women with bags slung over their shoulders.
They are sitting in a store where they don’t have to worry about their stuff getting stolen, which is why they put their bags away.

(Wait…)

Since Cionne’s signature menu is magical girls, it’s safe to assume that the visitors are looking for unripe fruit. However, I don’t think the majority of the customers insist that beyond mid-teens are not good.
There should be more people who enjoy a wide range of fruits, from unripe to fully ripe.

(Once you have tasted the crunchy, pleasantly fresh-flavored cherries, you will want to taste the rich, sweet, ripe mangoes the next time you visit the store.)

At least I do.
For example, the “percent” ladies who I can’t help but notice on the street earlier. If a mother-class dynamite body were equipped with it, she might be able to catch the attention of gentlemen in the store.

(You’ll never know until you try. So let’s try to suggest it)

I turned around at the exit of the store and went back inside again to talk passionately to the concierge.

「Let’s try it right away!」

The concierge readily agrees with a big smile on his face. It doesn’t cost anything extra and can be done immediately, so there’s no harm in trying it.
As expected from the master concierge of a high-class brothel, he’s very quick from the profit-and-loss calculation to the execution.

「That looks nice. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had just played, I would’ve nominated her right away.」

A cute-looking mother in her mid-thirties with short hair came to the counter after being called from the worker’s waiting room. She was facing down, her face flushed red with embarrassment.
I leaned forward on the counter because the sling of her purse, which was probably her personal belongings, made her two originally ample hills stick out in the shape of cannonballs.

「I tried squeezing the length of the sling to make it tighter.」

The concierge, who probably thought it came out better than expected said with a smile.

(It has the same impact as Busty-chan has… this could work.)

I think of Ponytail’s colleague, my former classmate from pilot school who is now a pilot for the Kingdom knight order. Her assets already look superb even without the “percent”, so I wonder what it would be like if she were wearing a sling bag slung over her shoulder.

(I’ll see if I can find an opportunity to ask her next time.)

As I let out a hot sigh while imagining the sight, the concierge urged the mother, with now her boobs highlighted, to sit down on one seat on the platform.

「Is it not working?」

After a while, I was welcomed into the staff area behind the counter and peeked at the platform from a position where I could not be seen by the customers.
Nearly an hour had passed and there’s still no one nominated the cannonball mother.

「I wonder. We will just have to be patient and wait at times like this, just like fishing.」

The concierge said. As we were exchanging such words, a shadow of a fish, a middle-aged man, appeared in front of the platform.

「……It seems his gaze returned.」

The concierge nods quietly at my remark. Now, the middle-aged man’s gaze is moving back and forth between the mother’s breasts and the magical girl’s.

(Come on… I know you want it…. Alright, we fish him!)

It was as if my prayers were answered, the middle-aged man finally picked out the mother. After smiling at me, the elderly concierge went to the counter to attend to the customer.
After feeling relieved for a moment, I left the store for real this time.

***

A few days later, I walk eastward in the shopping district toward the merchant guild’s knight hangar, illuminated by the morning sun.

(I’m glad that it went well.)

Last night, I visited Cionne again and ordered Oyakodon with the short-haired mother as the main course. I enjoyed sucking her to the bone with her daughter, who had some semblance of a face but smaller breasts.
The concierge told me that they received good feedback from the first customer. They are now expanding the “percent” to other mothers.

『The problem is that other stores have started to imitate this trend.』

I remember the elderly concierge said with a sigh while shaking his head lightly and shrugging his shoulders. This is something that I can’t do anything about, however.
Then I see a woman walking down the main street seemingly heading to work, just like me, and I realized something.

(They changed the way they hung their bags from their shoulders.)

It also has been used in the past, but recently there seemed to be a clear increase in 『squeezing the chest』 feeling.

(Is it Cionne’s influence? There’s a possibility.)

In this world, women working in brothels are like top models and fashion leaders in my previous world. If a high-class brothel, also known as one of the three families, is the source, it’s not surprising that they can make an impact in a matter of days.

(It’s a good feeling.)

For me, at least, it was a feast for the eyes.
I lowered the corners of my eyes a little and followed the women’s chests with my eyes, which were puffed up like balloons.