Ch.245Side Story: School Trip – 4 – All Ages Version

This chapter is an all-ages version of the 19+ chapter “Side Story: School Trip – 4.”

Adult readers who can view the 19+ chapter may skip this.

Finding the two wasn’t difficult. Their footprints, though faint, stretched along the beach, and where the tracks ended, I could use detection magic.

Following the magic’s signal, I found Latina and Leona sitting face-to-face near a large rock. As soon as I saw them, I spoke in an exasperated voice.

“…What on earth are you two doing here?”

I couldn’t help but react that way. They weren’t just sipping from the alcohol they’d taken—they were drinking straight from the bottles.

Empty bottles were scattered carelessly around them, and I couldn’t see anything besides alcohol. I pressed my fingers against my brow. Did they really drink all this without any food?

“Hic… M-Mira… ish that you?”

Latina turned toward me with a bleary face. Her eyes were completely glazed over, her tongue so twisted she could barely pronounce words. Her body kept swaying as if performing some avant-garde dance.

I picked up one of the bottles lying around. Valentine’s 21-year, 40% alcohol. The bottle next to it had a similar alcohol content. So did the one they were currently drinking from.

The two continued guzzling from their bottles, ignoring my disapproving stare. The contents, which had been about two-thirds full, emptied to the bottom in one go. I was amazed they could drink like that.

“I’m confiscating this.”

First, I took the bottles from their hands. Then I gathered all the empty bottles scattered around and placed them in one spot, while submerging the only unopened bottle in seawater to keep it from getting hot in the sand.

I made them sit on the beach. Even with their enhanced physical abilities, kneeling on rocks would hurt.

“Alco… give ush back… Mira…”

“Miraaaa… gimme the drink… don’t be meaaan…”

Both were swaying and reaching out their arms toward me. I pressed my fingers against my brow again, using magic to make them sit still.

“What alcohol? You look like you’d die if you drank any more.”

“But we have healing magiiic…”

“You said it yourself. You have healing magic, yet you’re this drunk?”

They seemed to be acting up because the bottles were still visible. I moved the pile of bottles somewhere out of sight.

There were over ten bottles by my rough count. I inwardly clicked my tongue. It was a miracle they were still conscious after the two of them had consumed so much 40% alcohol. Without even any food, at that.

Once the alcohol disappeared from view, the two started nodding off. I cast healing magic and status ailment removal magic on them—spells so powerful they were just below soul purification in the hierarchy.

“…Huh?”

“Ugh…?”

As green and mint-colored light enveloped their bodies, life returned to their eyes. Leona and Latina looked down at themselves, then up at me, before their faces turned bright red.

“Huh? Huuuh? M-Mira?!”

“Mira?! How did you get here?!”

“Seems like you’re finally coming to your senses.”

The two squirmed uncomfortably under my cold gaze. I crossed my arms.

“Explain. What happened? Why did you drink so much? And why did you disappear?”

Leona and Latina glanced at each other. When I deliberately tapped my crossed arms to make a sound, they both flinched.

“…I suggested it,” Latina spoke first.

“Why?”

“When you took out the sunscreen, I saw it was full of alcohol. And you know neither of us can handle alcohol well. I thought we should… find out our tolerance so we wouldn’t pass out first.”

“You wanted to find out your tolerance?”

“Yes… that’s right.”

“Hmm…”

It’s not an entirely unreasonable explanation. If things had gone according to plan, they would have emptied just one bottle, dispelled the intoxication with magic, and returned.

If things had gone according to plan, that is.

“Was there any reason to come all the way out here?”

“We couldn’t test our tolerance in front of everyone else. And we couldn’t just sip alcohol by ourselves while everyone else was having fun. So when we saw Rosaria clinging to you with the sunscreen excuse, and the other three exchanging glances, we figured it would take a while to end, so we decided to slip away quickly.”

“…”

I received some unexpected information. So they had planned this from the moment Rosaria first asked me to apply sunscreen? No wonder all three of them clung to me as if they’d been waiting for the chance.

“…I’m at fault too. I agreed to come along,” Leona spoke up next.

“At first, we were only going to drink one bottle. After all, with healing magic and status ailment removal magic like you just used, we could sober up and go back right away.”

“Right. And then?”

“But… we turned out to be much weaker with alcohol than we thought.”

They fidgeted, pressing their index fingers together in front of their chests.

“After just one drink, my head felt fuzzy, and I couldn’t remember the advanced healing spell. So I tried using a basic one, but it didn’t fully sober me up. And since I wasn’t completely sober, the results seemed ambiguous, like we hadn’t done it properly… so we kept saying ‘let’s try once more,’ and ended up like this. Hehe.”

It had about the same level of coherence as a patchwork of rags sewn haphazardly together, but given they were already drunk, it was understandable enough.

Expecting rational behavior from drunk people is foolish. Drunk humans are the kind who suddenly decide to do backflips in the street claiming they want to show you something amazing.

“Drinking while half-drunk made us even more drunk, and being more drunk made it harder to use healing magic… I think eventually we just cast healing magic sloppily and kept drinking. I don’t remember clearly, though…”

“…”

I had suspected their reason for disappearing with alcohol bottles wouldn’t be normal, but it was even stranger than I’d imagined. As my expression turned incredulous, they both nervously watched my reaction.

“B-but!”

“But what?”

Leona called out urgently, but shrank back as soon as I looked at her.

“You’re not that attracted to us anyway…”

“…Are you still drunk? Should I cast the spell again?”

I drew a healing magic circle with my left hand. Leona continued, mumbling but pressing on.

“We have small chests, we’re too shy, and we can’t cling to you aggressively like Priscilla, Laura, Rosaria, or Elysier… If you don’t react to those four clinging to you, why would you react to us…”

“…”

A long sigh escaped me involuntarily. The two, already shrinking back, shrank even further.

Right. I should think positively. At least they hadn’t noticed how much inner struggle and patience I’d been enduring.

Think positively—

“So that’s how it looked to you.”

—as if I could.

Considering how hard I’d been gritting my teeth to endure physical contact from those four, this was complete nonsense. I lowered my eyes in disbelief. Our gazes met. Leona hiccupped.

“Listen, both of you.”

“Y-yes…”

“Yes… I understand, Mira…”

“Since you clearly don’t understand what I’ve been thinking, I’ll tell you now.”

This was bound to happen eventually. I’d just been forcibly holding back, postponing that “eventually.” But there was no reason to hold back in this situation.

For Leona and Latina, that “eventually” was now.

“Both of you, turn around and get on all fours.”

“…Hic.”

“…Hiccup.”

The two trembled at my ice-cold voice.

But they didn’t resist further. Seeming to recognize my seriousness from my expression, they hesitantly placed their hands on the ground and turned around. Their knees straightened as their bottoms lifted up.

“I was clearly trying my hardest to hold back. But since you couldn’t see that at all, I guess I have no choice but to let you experience it firsthand. Right?”

“Y-yes…”

“Mm-hmm…”

Leona and Latina finally seemed to realize their mistake, but it was too late.

I stared at their backs as they knelt with their hands on the ground. It was a position that emphasized their shapely bottoms half-hidden by bikinis and the slender thighs extending below.

As soon as I no longer needed to forcibly hold back, I felt blood rushing to my lower body.

I moved around to face them and sat on the rock. The two flinched when they caught my gaze, then flinched even more when they saw the prominent silhouette straining against my swimwear.

“Would you like to go first, or should we skip straight to the main event?”

Even without experience, they wouldn’t be so clueless as to not understand what I meant by “main event.” Both spoke with an almost urgent tone.

“W-we’ll go first.”

“We’ll go first, Mira.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Get started.”

“…”

“…”

Leona and Latina exchanged glances. At first, they looked surprised, but their expressions soon transformed into determination, as if they couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.

From their perspective, this was indeed an opportunity. A chance to deepen their relationship with me, just as Priscilla and Laura had done. Despite the awkward beginning, they had no reason to refuse.

The two crawled between my legs. I spread my legs a bit wider to accommodate both of them. Their faces, half nervous and half expectant, came right up to my groin.

Clumsy hands carefully removed my swimsuit bottoms.

“T-this is… Mira’s…”

“No way… it’s as long as our faces… does something like this really fit inside…?”

Latina stared blankly as if entranced, while Leona muttered in disbelief, holding her hand in front of her lower abdomen to compare the length.

“It fits just fine, so hurry up and start.”

At my urging, the two moved closer.

Latina was the first to act.

Her throat bobbed slightly. Her tongue darted out between her lips to lick the residue on her palm. But that wasn’t enough, apparently. Latina glanced at Leona.

“Please wait a moment, Leona.”

Her hands grasped the sides of Leona’s head.

“There’s still so much on you… it would be a waste…”

“What—”

Their faces pressed together. Latina began licking the white fluid from Leona’s face.

I was startled and about to stop them, but Leona was calmly accepting the tongue that meticulously licked every part of her face. She didn’t mind at all when the tongue touched her eyes, cheeks, and lips.

All the fluid on her skin was sucked into Latina’s mouth. In return, her face was now clean, except for being covered in saliva.

“Here, this was on your face, Leona.”

Even more surprising was that Latina passed what she had licked up from mouth to mouth. Their tongues intertwined between their pressed lips.

Leona continued the kiss as if it were the most natural thing. The two shared the white fluid, now considerably diluted with saliva, before finally separating their lips.

“I-I’ll do it too…”

Leona did the same.

“Slurp… y-you’re taking too much…”

“I-it was on my face…”

Their kissing continued for quite some time. Watching the two women entangled so intimately made my lower body harden again.

Eventually, their lips parted. A silvery thread stretched between them.

“Mira… it’s gotten hard again…”

“Oh, it really has… hehe…”

Leona and Latina approached with broad smiles. Despite being covered in saliva, their alcohol-infused smiles seemed incredibly seductive.

“We’re going to continue, right, Mira?”

“We’re going to continue, aren’t we, Mira?”

We would continue. Once wouldn’t be enough for me either.

But first, there was something I needed to do. I cast healing magic and status ailment removal magic once more. Their eyes, half-clouded with intoxication, returned to normal.

“Huh… EEEEK?!”

“KYAAAH!”

As soon as the intoxication cleared, the two panicked and pulled away from each other. They frantically wiped their faces and lips with the backs of their hands and palms.

“L-L-L-Latina, you… to me… w-what were you doing, between girls…”

“You did the same thing, Leona… ugh, this feels so strange…”

They were both having a complete meltdown. So they really had been too drunk to think straight. I sighed softly and asked the “sober versions” of them:

“You remember what you said earlier? About wanting me to do it while you were drunk. Do you still want that? Or have you changed your—”

“I haven’t changed my mind. Do it now.”

“I haven’t changed my mind. Please do it now.”

Leona and Latina, who had been frantically wiping their faces and lips, cut me off with firm declarations.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I don’t want to miss this opportunity. I’d rather not have my first experience delayed for such a trivial reason, after coming this far.”

“Me too. I’d rather do it drunk. Just… make me sober when you… when you finish inside… I want to feel it entering my womb…”

“Alright.”

I grabbed their arms and laid them down on the beach. Leona on the bottom, Latina on top. Half-embracing each other, the two rolled on the sand.

I pulled aside their swimsuits.

Despite having just received healing magic, alcohol was already mixing into their breath again. As they whimpered and gazed at each other, their faces gradually moved closer.

“Leona… smooch…”

“L-Latinaaa… slurp…”

As if by agreement, their lips met and their tongues intertwined. Red flesh passed between their lips several times.

Watching the two women entangled while I thrust into them gave me a strange feeling.

‘Is this… also an intrusion?’

The Leona from the original novel, and the Leona from a world where I had only faithfully followed the original content, definitely had yuri tendencies. She had become more than just friends with Aria multiple times.

But the current Leona had never thought of Aria as more than a friend. So did she still have yuri tendencies? From what I could see, she seemed closer to not having them.

If I were to force an argument, I’d have to bring in events from previous iterations, but since the current Leona could be considered an entirely different person from the previous iterations, even that was questionable.

‘I don’t know.’

I decided to focus on the present moment. There was no need or reason to overthink it.

I moved my hips while watching Leona and Latina tightly embrace each other, kiss, intertwine their tongues, and drink each other’s saliva.

“Mmm… slurp… I love you, Mira!”

“Ahh… m-me too! Smooch… I love you, Mira!”

Despite kissing each other and tasting each other’s saliva and tongues, their declarations of love were directed at me.

Their backs, which had been arched upward, went limp. Saliva leaked from their half-open lips, wetting the other’s lips. Their pressed cheeks were softly distorted.

Just as I was wondering to myself if I should go one more round—

“W-what’s happening?!”

A brilliant golden light burst from my left hand.