Chapter 400
Day 93 – Nighttime, White Weirdo Inn
The sale hasn’t started yet. I repeat, it hasn’t started yet! I’m still preparing, okay?
They’d only just gone to the bath, so I figured I had at least an hour before the girls came out. I swiftly jumped into the bath, got out early, and got busy diligently lining up the merchandise in the dining hall. I was planning to get my gear once I was done, still dressed lightly, the way I came out of the bath, but before I knew it, I was being squashed. Wha-what, it hasn’t even been thirty minutes ye…GUWAAAAAH!
「Silk! Wait, this is cotton! What’s with this luster?!」
「It’s a new product! The design is amazing, but the weave patter is also adorable!」
Hey, hey, they are touching, or rather I can feel them pressing against me, or rather pushing and clinging from all sides. Squashed from all sides my HP is being gradually drained, with MP continuing to drop to sustain Regeneration.
There wasn’t even a moment between sensing their presence and them arriving, did they use Shukuchi?! No, maybe someone used Flash Step too. I’m getting bounced away only to get bounced right back, like a pinball caught in a storm of bouncing boobs, squished and mashed from all sides. Yup I know this pattern, it’s the usual bodypile.
「Wait, that one’s mine! I already decided I’m buying it!」
「Why’d you make such a cute mini dress?! Now I have to buy it!」
Soft, and curvy, still slightly damp from the bath, their bodies pressed up against mine, creeping their hands all over me, as they reached for the merchandise. This is dangerous! I mean, technically they’re wearing innerwear intended as pajamas, so it’s not underwear, but it’s thinner and softer than underwear! The camisoles and tight T-shirts were so thin I could feel everything pressing from every direction.
「W-What is this! It feels totally different!」
「Ahh, it’s the best, even by the touch alone.」
And on the bottom, they’re wearing pajama shorts, basically just boxer shorts! Wait, suddenly my face is into someone’s cleavage?! I can’t breathe! All around me it’s nothing but squishy softness, and no matter how I try to escape, I just get pinged back into the center of the bodypile.
「This stitching isn’t humanly possible! Look at this craftsmanship!」
「Ah, must be the work of Magic Hands. I heard they can even paint a picture on a grain of rice?」
Or rather, up until now, no one ever showed up in the dining hall wearing just slips or negligees, right? I’d heard that girls get sloppy when there are no guys around, but I never imagined it’d be this bad! Wait, I’m a Highschool Boy, you know? Voluminous things of marshmallow softness carrying the sweet scent of bath soap are crushing me, with smooth glossy skin in all directions I attempt to activate 『Air Walk』as my consciousness is getting hazy but someone pressed down on me and my takeoff ended up failing. Now I’m back to getting squished.
「That one! That bag is mine! D-Don’t take it!」
「I might end up losing my sleep over the cuteness of those pajamas.」
This is a battle between pleasure and agony, a battle of Nikuhazama, the one even fiercer than Okehazama! And it’s a losing battle. I’m overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Not even Zhuge Liang could win this one, he’d say 『Nope, not happening』 and Pang Tong would reply, 『Yeah, we’re screwed.』 It’s a hopeless situation. Even the guy who came up with『Seek life in the midst of death』 would definitely take it back after this, because there’s no life to be found here, only warm, soft peril. And I really shouldn’t let certain things activate right now, but they’re about to.This is dangerously close to a Highschool Boy-specific volcanic eruption-level disaster.
Or rather my Highschool Boy’s Highschool Boy of Highschool Boy by Highschool Boy is constantly being stimulated, which is a huge problem! Their thighs are pressing against it, or rather, the way they move them up and down, as if on purpose, so too dangerous, wha-wait, it’s really not good! Like, really nah, hey!
「This, and this, and this, but I’d also like that, but this one here too.」
「What about a loan! A tab! How much debt is allowed? I want everything!」
Alright, being tossed around and having my clothes get messed up is something I can somewhat accept, but my jeans belt being undone is definitely not okay, right? And because my jeans have slipped down, my legs can’t move properly, and in this tangled mess I can barely even stay standing.
「It’s gorgeous, what is this cuteness! This is in a whole different league from normal clothes!」
「The blouse is finished with three-dimensional fabric, three-dimensional cutting, and three-dimensional sewing, and all the knits are WholeGarment pieces packed full of high-end techniques.」
Well, since it’s pajamas, it makes sense they are not wearing underwear underneath. But if it rolls up, slips off, or comes open, that’s seriously bad, okay? That’s the final defense line, so please protect it? The amount of exposed skin in front of me is way too high, or rather, am I getting glimpses of the skin I’m not supposed to be seeing? Also, please leave my boxers alone. If those come off, even though I’m the victim I’ll instantly look like a sex offender. Who’s even pulling on them!?
「I want the small size of this! Is there no size? This one is absolutely the best!」
「Can you tailor it? Can I place additional orders? Actually, I want to place more orders!」
True, I made the front-open negligee because they asked for it, so yes, it opens in the front, but don’t open it now, okay? Yeah, if it opens now, that’s game over, so let’s keep it closed, alright?
「Don’t pull, this one is already mine, we will take care of it in our house!」
「No! I grabbed it first! It’s a fated encounter!」
This is where I came to regret having made low-rise shorts. The girls here are tall and all have long legs. Meaning their hip height is almost the same as mine. Stimulation from position is impossible to endure, there are Highschool Boys already crying because they’ve hit their limit. And whether they strip me and make me a sex offender, or I can’t endure it and have an accidental discharge I still end up becoming a sex offender, what a brutal trap! Seriously, please spare me that accidental misfire!
「Where’s overskirt? Where is it, come out, come out!」
「W–why is there a mini-skirt maid outfit!? I need that! Why are there so many kindsI want them all!」
Sandwiched between the swaying hips I’m stuck in a Highschool Boy-like crisis, but neither Armored Pres-san, nor Dancing Girl-san seem to be interested in coming to my rescue. Or rather, it sort of feels like they are perfectly cutting off my escape. Slime-san is also being held by them, so can’t hope for its help as well. Completely isolated and all alone, with no expectations for reinforcements…
「Aaah, I was aiming for that one! But this one’s my real target!」
「Kyaa, I wanted it as well. Don’t take everything!」
Since ancient times, it’s said 『good fortune befalls the virtuous, while evil brings ruin』, but which one is this? There’s no room for doubt or argument that I am a virtuous man, most definitely so, but this dangerously delightful chaos, is it a blessing or a curse? Or are both tangled up together, twisted into a rope of joy and disaster, impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins?
It looks even more tantalizing than the paradise of Buddhist lore, yet it’s more tumorous than the screaming hells. A roaring tide of soft flesh crushing and tossing me about.. The phrase 『one man cannot go against the tide』is no longer just a saying, it’s something I’m experiencing firsthand. I’m trying to distract myself with complex thoughts, but seriously, this is bad. I mean, Highschool Boys are always living on the edge, but this is way beyond anything I’ve faced before!
「The fitting room! Ah whatever, here is fine too, it’s just underwear anyway.」
「If it doesn’t fit you, give it to me! Actually, please let it not fit!」
And of all days, today had to be the one with the biggest inventory. Thanks to the newest 『Wisdom』 control tech using ultra-fine 『Magic Thread』 classic staples like shirts, skirts, and dresses got a major overhaul in production technology, and even had intricate details like embroidery and lace added. Even knit items got an upgrade. With innerwear, shoes, bags, and accessories, we’re well over 3,000 items. A massive bargain sale.Yep. This bodypile isn’t ending anytime soon. I’m caught in an eternal whirlpool of sweet skin and soft flesh, tangled and entwined, twisted and pulled apart again, like a living hell-laundry from heaven. I feel like a fragile little grass boat adrift in a raging sea, fragile, or rather in danger?
「Kyaah! Swap that with me!」 「This one’s fine, but not that one!」 「Hey, share the minis! Don’t be greedy!」 「There are no mules left! Who hoarded them?!」 「Ahh, these loungewear sets are adorable!」 「DIdn’t his sense improve again? In women’s fashion?!」 「Super sexy-cute!」 「There’s just so much sexy stuff lately, I can’t help but buy it!」 「Even the texture on the knee socks and stockings is better now!」 「You can only buy three belts per person, and I still can’t decide!」 「There aren’t enough bags!」 「H-how many wallets are we allowed to get?!」 「Ah! They’ve got wallets out!」
No idea why they would need five wallets each, when they spent all of their money and have absolutely nothing to put in them, but they’re cheap to make, so the profits are crazy,.however I have no leeway to be focusing on that right now, this is the Highschool Boy Red Zone. If this sale doesn’t end soon, something bad’s gonna happen. I feel like if I pass out right here, it would be… really, really bad.I can sustain my HP thanks to Regeneration and Recovery, but my MP is tanking fast. I’m not wearing my magic battery item bag, so my MP isn’t that high? Can I go get it? No? Yeah, I guess I’m not coming back? Hm? Armored Pres-san and others are kind of fading into the distance?
If you’re fixated on a single leaf, you’ll miss the tree. And if you focus only on one tree, you won’t see the forest… except everything I see is bouncy and soft. Everywhere I look, it’s all bare skin. I feel like we need Mosaics-san, Mysterious Ray of Light-san, or even a Suspicious Steam-san to cover this up, is how sensitive the entire scene feels?
No good… This overwhelming softness… I can’t take it anymore. I think… I’m going to flow away…? (Did not flow. Sank instead.)
【Currently being nursed. …Being nursed? This has to be it. This must be care. Probably?】
Of course, it goes without saying that after I recovered, I had the two culprits, Armored Pres-san and Dancing Girl-san, take full responsibility with their bodies all night long. After all, they cleverly sabotaged every opportunity I had to escape, so this was the natural outcome, and there was no helping it. When I regained consciousness in the cafeteria, I noticed that my clothes had been strangely, almost unnaturally, neatly arranged. Why was that? Why do I feel like I shouldn’t think too hard about it?
Driven by the endless heat of the Highschool Boy spirit, which had reached a boiling point thanks to that stampede, I was in a fully unleashed, merciless, surging state of pure Highschool Boy impulse (libido). A runaway train of desire with no brakes, and no regrets. In the throes of unstoppable cloud-swirling, dragon-rising chaos, I launched into charge after charge, an unrelenting storm of fierce assaults in a whirlwind of punishing torment, accompanied by their tears, moans, and agonized ecstasy, all in the name of『discipline』. My boiling, blazing pathos exploded forth, unstoppable, as I pressed on with tireless, single-minded, indomitable Highschool Boy spirit, giving it my all with heart, soul, and body! Yeah. One could say I gave it my best? Or went out of control?
Well, put another way, some might say I went too far, maybe even way too far. But look, I couldn’t help it, okay? The burning passion of a Highschool Boy cannot be stopped, cannot be contained. Especially after a bodypile like that? No, seriously, that’s just impossible?
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