The room I had prepared for Miu was finally ready.
It was necessary. Having everyone in the exact same space all the time would cause all sorts of practical problems… and one very specific, very delicious kind of problem.
Because right now, that problem was sitting on my lap in the form of my adorable little commuting wife.
"Chuu♡ Chuu me more, please♡"
Merry-chan—tiny, energetic, and officially my "visiting wife"—tilted her head up with sparkling eyes, lips already parted and waiting.
"Here you go. First, some juice."
I didn't hesitate. My hands roamed freely over her small frame, squeezing the soft, surprisingly full breasts that strained against her thin dress.
"Kyaaan♡ My nipples♡ Nooo, that's embarrassing♡"
Her voice came out in a sweet, trembling squeak, but her body arched into my touch instead of pulling away.
"Sorry. Was that too much?"
I asked it gently, even as I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly along the sensitive skin of her neck, tasting the faint salt of her excitement.
"N-not at all♡ Merry is your wife now, so… you can do anything you want to me♡ Anything at all♡"
Anything.
The word sent a hot thrill straight to my groin.
"Then let's make some juice right inside Merry-chan's cute little pussy and drink it all up."
I whispered it against her ear like a dirty secret, fingers already slipping under her skirt to tease the slick folds waiting there.
"Hiuu♡ That's so naughty♡ Merry's body is being played with again♡ Do it♡ I'm your wife, so I'll do everything for you♡"
Such a tiny wife. So small she could almost pass for a doll, yet so eager to please.
"Alright. Here it comes."
I pressed two fingers deep, curling them just right while my thumb circled her swollen clit. Merry's entire body jolted violently.
"Fuuuiiiiiii!!!♡♡♡ It's coming♡♡♡ What is thiiiis♡♡♡"
Her hips bucked wildly as a sudden gush of warm, sweet grape juice—created by my magic—flooded out of her twitching pussy. I lowered my mouth immediately, trying to catch every drop, but it was messy, slippery, and far too much to drink neatly.
The idea had been deliciously lewd in my head. In practice… yeah, not the most practical. Still incredibly hot to watch, though.
"Merry's pussy♡ Merry's pussy turned into juice♡ It smells so sweet everywhere♡"
Her voice was dazed, eyes glassy with pleasure as she stared down at the glistening mess between her thighs.
"You're my wife, right? You said you'd do anything."
"Yes♡"
"Then let's make it even better."
I guided her to the edge of the bed, gently pushing her legs apart. With a soft chant, I infused a light magical current into her urethra, filling her with more of that same sweet juice.
"Ooooooh♡♡♡"
"Relax. You can let it out now."
"It's coming out!!!♡ Juice-pee is coming out!!!♡"
I sat her on the chamber pot I'd prepared. The moment she relaxed, a sparkling fountain erupted from her tiny slit—clear, sweet-scented grape juice spraying in powerful arcs. Merry's eyes flew wide open, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm cumming!!!♡ I'm cumming from peeing juice!!!♡ Juice-covered pee is so amazing!!!♡"
She convulsed hard, little hands clutching the sheets as the erotic spray continued, soaking her thighs and the floor in fragrant liquid. The sight was obscene and mesmerizing. I couldn't look away.
"Time for a proper bath. Come on, let's wash together."
"H-haaai♡"
The bath area was a small open space between buildings, hidden from casual view. Magic summoned warm water from thin air, so we could clean whenever we wanted. But unlike the private rooms, sound carried easily here.
That was why I kept one hand gently clamped over Merry's mouth the entire time.
"Mmmmnnn♡♡♡"
I lathered her entire body with the leftover sweet juice, rubbing it into every inch of her skin like fragrant oil—over her small breasts, down her stomach, between her legs, even circling her tight little anus with slick fingers.
"It feels so good♡ Being covered in juice is incredible♡"
"Yeah, you smell delicious. But we have to rinse it off now."
"Ehhh~? But I like being all sticky and sweet like this♡"
"No way. If you walk around smelling this naughty, some pervert might kidnap you and turn you into a public cum-dump."
"I don't want that♡ I'm Onii-chan's wife, only yours♡"
I washed her thoroughly, letting the warm water cascade over us both. Even after rinsing, a faint, sweet aroma clung to her skin—subtle enough to be alluring without being obvious.
Perfect.
"You smell nice again. Go home for now, okay? Come back whenever you want."
"Yeees♡ I'll visit again soon♡"
Merry gave me one last bubbly kiss before skipping away, skirt fluttering around her tiny legs.
Lunchtime came quickly.
I sat down with the guild president for a strategy meeting about the upcoming cooking competition.
"I've secured five judges," he said, sliding a list across the table.
"That's a good number. Should keep things fair."
"Actually, one of them—Lady Aldelcia Val Frandir—suggested we use a point-based system. Not just taste, but presentation, creativity, aroma, everything."
Her name was ridiculously long, but the idea was excellent.
"I love it! That's exactly how serious food competitions should work."
In every world, true gourmets think alike.
The event was set for next month, and recruitment for participating chefs had already begun.
"I need to come up with a new soba dish myself," I muttered.
Daily refinement was the soul of cooking. So after the meeting, I retreated to the kitchen and started experimenting again.
I'd found a root vegetable here that strongly resembled Japanese gobo—burdock root. Locals didn't treat it as proper food yet; most considered it animal fodder or medicine at best.
Still, I remembered stories from Earth about how even burdock had once been dismissed by foreigners as "tree roots" unfit for human consumption. If people here were already eating it in small amounts, there was potential.
"Let's try it."
I sliced it thin, simmered it in dashi with just the right balance of soy and mirin substitute, then paired it with fresh soba noodles and a light topping of green onions and wasabi-like herb.
The first taste test made me grin.
"Yeah. This works."
By the time break time rolled around, Roiza had already cleaned up the trial dishes and reset the workspace. She was incredibly efficient—handling the delicate layout changes and deep cleaning while I focused on the heavy lifting.
"Would you like me to add some fresh flowers to the dining area next time, Store Owner?" she asked softly, wiping down a counter.
"That sounds nice. Let's do it."
Roiza had become an absolute blessing. Her suggestions always improved the shop's atmosphere.
She paused, then looked at me with those gentle eyes.
"…I'm truly grateful to you, Store Owner. You could have taken me by force the moment you bought me, yet you treat me with respect as an employee. Thanks to you, I left that forest and now work in this wonderful place every day. I'm really… happy."
I hadn't touched her sexually yet, despite having every right as her owner.
The reason was simple.
"Because I'd rather have your mouth today."
"Yes♡"
During our short break, Miu dropped to her knees in front of me with an eager smile.
She pulled my cock free, already half-hard from the earlier play with Merry.
"Such a big, thick cock… Miu is so lucky♡ I'll serve you with my mouth as much as you want♡"
Her tongue was delightfully rough, like warm, wet sandpaper in the best possible way. She licked me from base to tip in long, savoring strokes, then swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside.
The heat, the slickness, the eager suction—it was heavenly.
"Feels… so good."
I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair.
She hummed happily around me, the vibration traveling straight down my shaft.
"Want to cum?"
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and devotion as she nodded without pulling off.
"Mmm♡♡♡"
The pressure built fast. I didn't hold back.
Thick ropes of cum erupted into her waiting mouth. Miu's cheeks puffed slightly as she took every drop, eyes fluttering in bliss.
When I finally pulled out, she opened her mouth to show me the creamy load pooled on her tongue. Then, with a playful wink, she let some of it spill onto her fingers, smearing the warm semen across her soft cheeks like erotic war paint.
The sight was filthy and beautiful.
Smiling sweetly the whole time, she gathered the excess with her fingertips and slowly, deliberately licked and sucked it all back into her mouth. She swallowed with an audible, satisfied gulp.
"It was delicious♡ Thank you so much for feeding Miu♡"
She licked her lips clean, looking up at me with pure adoration.
The day was still young, the competition loomed, and my little harem of devoted girls kept the shop—and my heart—warm and lively. But I knew the real challenges, and the real pleasures, were only just beginning.