I ran into Uorld Aribus on the street by pure chance.
"Ah, hello."
He remembered me too.
"Ah, the guy from the tournament."
No matter how many times I saw him, he still looked like a fighting-game character. Half-naked, muscles rippling, headband fluttering. In this world that wasn't exactly rare, but still… what kind of chef walks around like that?
"Are you a cook as well?"
"Yes. I make soba noodles."
"Soba? Hmm. Never heard of it. May I try some?"
"Of course!"
His passion for food was obvious. And admirable.
I guided him to the shop and offered drinks, but he shook his head.
"Food first. Alcohol dulls the palate."
Yes! That attitude alone explained why he was called the world's best.
"Please enjoy."
"Fumu."
Uorld Aribus carefully examined the aroma and appearance, then devoured the soba in one go.
"Hmm! This dish has real potential!"
"Here are some fried sides. Try them together this time!"
"Umu!"
After finishing the meal, he gave his honest critique.
"There are traces of research in the flavor, but there is still plenty of room for growth. I look forward to its future."
Then he took a sip of the alcohol and his eyes flew open.
"What!? What is this!? Why is this liquor so delicious!?"
He was genuinely shocked by the sake.
"Freshly made alcohol tastes best."
"Even so! Such a clean, refined taste is impossible with normal methods! What is your production technique!?"
"W-well… trade secret."
We're not even a proper company, but okay.
"I see. My apologies."
He apologized so straightforwardly it was refreshing.
"Well, just enjoy it for now."
"Umu!"
In the end, Uorld Aribus stayed at the shop drinking for hours… while dancing completely naked.
"Boss, is that really okay?"
"Well, the customers seem to be having fun."
The male patrons were laughing their heads off at the sight of the world's greatest chef twirling around bare-assed.
"He really is the world's best chef, though…"
"Geniuses tend to be weirdos, huh?"
I genuinely thought so. Gelahagudome was the same. Meanwhile, Yuira was a genius who was only "weird" because of her slow, drawn-out speech. She was actually very sensible. I respected her even more now.
The next day I had a meeting with Yuira.
"We should open additional stores~"
She made the suggestion calmly.
"Simply increasing staff won't solve the crowding problem. We need to fundamentally split the shops~"
I see.
"A take-out crepe specialty store?"
"That is also necessary~. But I believe a women-oriented izakaya would be even better~"
A women-oriented bar.
"Ah, like a lounge or bar."
When I explained the image, Yuira nodded.
"Right now our shop has a café atmosphere. Sweet desserts, crepes, tea, friendly chatting. But some customers want to drink alone quietly. That feels out of place here. A proper bar would allow clear separation of customer types."
Makes sense.
We had just bought the new house, but opening another store wasn't a financial problem. The real issue was finding reliable people.
"Do you know anyone who might be suitable?"
In this world, hiring through personal connections was far safer than random recruitment. Betrayal was far too common otherwise.
I asked Yuira, who was connected through Miju.
"This person might not fit our current shop, but they would be perfect for the bar concept you described."
"Really!? Please introduce me!"
That night Miju brought a woman to drink with us.
"This is the person I mentioned before~"
Ah, the one who was supposedly an even heavier drinker than Miju.
"Her name is Almar."
"Nice to meet you."
She seemed mostly quiet.
Wait… is she…?
"…? A dwarf?"
First time seeing one up close.
She wasn't tiny like the fantasy stereotypes — about 150 cm tall, skin not particularly dark. You wouldn't notice unless you looked carefully.
But then Almar started drinking.
"Wait, if you drink that much you'll die!?"
Instead of a glass, she began drinking straight from the barrel. The cheapest fruit wine, no less. And she was already halfway through one.
Where did it even go in that small body?
In the end she happily passed out after draining half the barrel.
Miju looked at the bill and asked,
"How much?"
"She drank about 150 cups… so around two silver coins."
"Two silver coins… I'll cover part of it on my tab."
"That's fine."
"She can be a handful. If she has trouble paying, just contact me."
The day Rai was supposed to visit finally arrived.
This world had love-hotel-like facilities in the red-light district — private rooms where couples could have sex comfortably.
I called her there.
"Ooooooh♡ My pussy♡♡♡ My loose, sloppy ganguro pussy♡♡♡"
"Yeah. You haven't bathed again. The smell is incredible."
"I've been made to stink so bad♡♡♡ A brand-new bride's clean body turned into a big-cock-worshipping ganguro slut♡♡♡"
Today's makeup was full ganguro again — bright blonde hair, deep tanned skin, heavy makeup. The contrast with her wedding dress was insanely erotic.
"The smegma is crazy too. Rai's pussy looks so filthy and hot."
"Ooooooh♡♡♡ Cock♡♡♡ I love cock♡♡♡ This pregnant pussy is swallowing your huge dick so deep♡♡♡"
That addictive, musky scent of hers… it was gross, but I couldn't get enough.
"Come on, spread your legs wide and shake your hips."
"Yes♡♡♡ Please fill this pregnant, filthy cunt with as much cum as you want♡♡♡ I love your thick semen♡"
Her speech was still a little too polite. I'd have to teach her more vulgar words later.
"I'm going to cum."
"Yes♡♡♡ Please give it to my dirty, smegma-covered cunt♡♡♡ Fill me with your rich, thick load♡♡♡"
'DUBUUUUU!!!!'
"It's coming♡♡♡ Again♡♡♡ So much♡♡♡ Your big-cock cum is the best♡♡♡"
Rai rolled her eyes back and collapsed in ecstasy, thick white semen pouring out of her ruined pussy.
"So erotic…"
Even while she was unconscious, I wasn't done yet.