Paradise of Infinity

Chapter 12: Dress-up (1)

Chapter 12: Dress-up (1)

Chapter 12: Dress-up (1)

The dinner felt different to Nik. First, he missed the evening shift expected from him in Yuuko's shop, so he was eating dinner with the Souma Family. Second, he now understood what others talked about. And third—

'My god, this is colorful...' Nik gulped.

The spread in front of him was more than exceptional. Although he lacked crucial information on others' skills, Nik admitted Mitsuko was an excellent cook because everything smelled delicious.

Nik was brought out of his reverent thoughts by Sayoko's reluctant huff.

"Eh, I wanted to go shopping, too... Next weekend, we all will go together!" The blonde sighed and ate rice with her chopsticks. She glanced at Nik's hand and purposely ate slowly.

"You just want new toys. I keep telling you, just get drunk with your mates from the lecture. The more, the merrier." Souko shrugged, but she also waved her hand in his direction before eating.

Despite hearing whatever they said and how scandalous everything sounded, Nik did not judge them in his heart. It isn't his place to do so, after all. He was neither their parent nor sibling. If he somehow became friends with them, he would suggest they try looking for a partner elsewhere because their ship has long sailed.

Again, no judgment. Nik understood you pay for your actions. You rebel, you die—stuff like that. If anything, he didn't even feel bothered by their words because of his past.

"By the way, since when did you treat an adult like a kid, mom?" Kurumi frowned as she looked at their source of amusement—Nik's hand.

"What? I asked him after we tried out some clothes. Nik said he didn't mind learning how to use chopsticks." Mitsuko smiled at Nik and replied jovially.

"So you went kindergarten on him with a set of Edison?" Kurumi looked at her mother strangely.

This world has a Thomas Edison, too, Nik now knew. But that wasn't the point. From the very beginning, those around him ate using two thin sticks. In this household, the sticks were metallic and reusable, but he had also seen Genta use wooden chopsticks tossed away after use.

In his hand, however, was something much more complex and sophisticated.

The sticks in his hand were made of plastic and connected from the top, allowing Nik to use the chopsticks by sliding his thumb and index in plastic loops. A perfect item to train a kid or an amnesiac noob to eat using a chopstick—the Edison!

'What was wrong with the spoons for the rice?' Nik questioned internally, but being good with his hands, he was getting a good grasp of how the chopsticks worked. He accepted Sayoko's silent help and used her actions as a template.

"So? Did you buy something for us?" Sayoko inquired.

"Sweetie, I sent the message to the group, but all of you replied you wanted nothing," Mitsuko sighed.

"Ignore Sayoko, she's crazy," Kurumi scoffed and inquired, "What did you buy for yourself?"

"Oh, just something Nik picked up for me. His taste is quite good for someone who cannot communicate easily."

'Thank you, Madam.' Nik shrugged to himself as he drank the soup. Nik enjoyed how almost every meal coupled with a bowl or two of soup. However, there was the fact that constantly drinking the soup also persuaded him to use the toilet more often than he used to back then.

"Heh~!" Souko smiled slyly, "Did you let him get a good look?"

"Well—"

"Souko-nee!" Kurumi snorted.

"I did," Mitsuko completed without a hint of shame, and oddly, the three girls grew curious even when Kurumi still continued to eat with an upset look.

"Hmm, it's a lavender dress with a deep back, and Nik was kind enough to handle the zipper."

"His or yours?" Sayoko inquired with a smirk while winking at Kurumi.

"Of course, mine," Mitsuko stated unhappily, "What do you take me to be, young lady?"

"Err... he cannot understand us, so we still have to speak through the script?" Souko questioned.

'Oh, should have known. There's a script,' Nik snickered internally. He would love to review said script.

It's as if he was back home but in better conditions—where blood and orgasms forged better relationships. Mix a healthy dose of sadism, and it would be like he never left.

The small table had six chairs set up: two along the longer lengths each and one each on the shorter ends. Mitsuko sat on one end while Kurumi sat next to Nik during dinner. Glancing at him, she quickly tapped on her phone.

—Can you use it, or do you need a fork?—

Seeing this, Nik looked at the infant stick trainer on his fingers and used it to clamp a portion of rice but only picked a single cooked grain. Breathing deeply, he nodded at Kurumi. He wasn't willing to give up yet. The girl broke her persisting scowl and smiled as she witnessed an epic struggle between a man and a bowlful of rice.

"Don't worry, you'll learn," she murmured instead of typing it as Sayoko snorted a chuckle, making Kurumi glare at her elder sister, "Oh, shut up!"

"Oh, like I will stop now," Sayoko continued while Mitsuko handed Nik another spoon and a fork for the rice and vegetables. He learned in this sitting that using his soup spoon in the bowl of soup for other items is accepted as bad table manners. But the beauty of this household shone again when Nik wasn't put into confinement when he broke some fickle rule.

The most surprising event of the day was getting the bath all for himself. Although, he felt a little left out as he almost began taking a beautiful woman on him in hot water for granted. Within the outfits purchased and 'devoured,' there was a night suit, too—light fabric and comfortable. Wearing it while rubbing his head with the towel, he walked out to find Mitsuko in her green nightgown.

"Did a little break help you feel settled?" Mitsuko already had a few translated lines jotted down on her cellphone.

Nik read through the words of concern and nodded with a smile.

He sensed the distinct shift in Mitsuko's mood despite her expression betraying nothing. But he didn't mind it. It also dawned on him that Mitsuko did not join him in the bath to leave a sense of want in him.

"Y-yes," Nik expressed with a grin as Mitsuko leaned forward. She held the edge of his nightshirt and turned around to move. However, she did not tug. She moved, and he followed. What? Should he bite off the head of the woman who housed him? Should he bring down that fist of morality against her actions? If she likes those activities that much, then great. He can reciprocate her kindness somehow. It's that simple.

If she just wanted to screw him, he would have been fucked and out of the house the first night.

*Click*

Mitsuko closed the door but upheld the household tradition and didn't lock it. Seeing Nik looking at herself, she smiled and gestured with her index to turn around. With his back to her, Nik heard a soft shuffle of clothes and felt two hands slowly pushing him toward the bed.

"You wouldn't mind it, would you?" Mitsuko leaned toward Nik and whispered, "If you had any problems, you would have given such a sign, right?" She held Nik's shoulders and turned him around. What met his sight was Mitsuko in the lavender dress he had picked in the store.

But her bits were rightly erect through the dress.

"I like it when you have your hair combed back," Mitsuko continued as she ran her hand through Nik's damp hair and made him sit on the edge of the bed.

"Since you remember nothing, I'll properly guide you," she continued, seeing Nik silently looking at her with an odd glint in his eyes.

"You know what's going on, right?" Mitsuko heaved a deep sigh as she set a palm on Nik's chest while lowering herself and sitting on Nik's lap. Her other hand caressed Nik's cheek.

'I know... this isn't prostitution after all.' Nik's gaze flickered, and he experienced a pang of sadness. How broken must he be to feel this disappointed that he wasn't whoring himself out? But this only ignited his frustration in more ways than one, as the arousing and soft butt nuzzled over his crotch.

However, he didn't need guidance. Some things did not change if that section of Yuuko's bookstore was correct.

Seeing Nik's expression, sensing one hand on her waist while the other one on her shoulder, the edge of her dress's neck, to be specific, Mitsuko smiled and lowered her lips, "You wouldn't mind that I want to shower after this, right?"

'I don't,' Nik finally felt his palm slide against Mitsuko's butt. Her breath shuddered as she leaned down and pressed her lips against Nik's.

Instead of going for her body, as their lips met, they warmed each other. Nik's palm traced her neck. Their lips parted further, and their tongues slid against each other. A soft gasp echoed from their mouths. His palm cupped her heated breast through her dress as his other hand squeezed her eager ass cheek. Mitsuko cupped his cheek more firmly in response. Her back arched forward, and her other hand slid from his chest to coil around his neck. Their bodies heated at a breakneck pace in response to each other's desire.

A natural flush decorated their skin, barely visible under the dimly lit lamp.

Gentleness slowly waned in both of their actions, especially Mitsuko, who found her lips tingling. Surprised at the sheer sensation felt with their tongues intertwined and how seamlessly Nik responded to her techniques, Mitsuko felt titillated. An amnesiac with enough history to have such a great technique?

Now Mitsuko genuinely questioned if Nik was an amnesiac or not. She hadn't ever taken an amnesiac in, so this was the first time she felt so pleased yet doubtful. But when she found Nik pulling back, Mitsuko heard hushed whispers.

"Shit, he saw us! Run!"

"H-hey! Not so loud!"

With the thumping of footsteps, Mitsuko snapped out of her pleasant daze. She looked at the door and pursed her lips. Looking back at the slightly dazed expression on Nik, Mitsuko chuckled and poked the tip of his nose, "Don't mind them."

Her hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he looked down at Mitsuko's body. He didn't just want to remove the dress right away. After all, there wouldn't be any point if she only wore it to be removed so quickly. As Mitsuko reached the fourth button, Nik held Mitsuko's hands and turned her over. Instead of climbing on top of her, she leaned down to peck the tip of her nose and returned the gesture, too.

Smiling again, he walked to the door and closed it. This time, he pressed the middle button on the knob, locking the door.

"Well, as long as I didn't do it."

Nik heard Mitsuko giggling, and he returned to the bedside.

"Do you like what you see?" Mitsuko inquired and raised her hands over her head while lying on the bed.

This action made her dress tug upward. Her breasts clamped together and made her cleavage more prominent. With her head tilting upward, she revealed her neck that demanded to get peppered with kisses.

Only the growing tent in his pajama showed what he felt seeing her like this. He undid the last button of his nightshirt but did not remove it. He climbed up the bed and positioned himself atop Mitsuko, whose smile widened in response. Leaning forward, he clasped her wrists above her head and reached down with his other hand to take off her glasses. But seeing Mitsuko shake her head slightly, he smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand instead.

"I feel like thanking you for all this, but... if possible, I would have done it using your language," Nik mumbled, "And possibly be honest even. I think we hit off well."

A little startled seeing Nik speak, a rare act because of the language barrier, Mitsuko's smile widened. Either Nik was a great actor cursing her with that gentle expression, or he felt grateful to her. She was fine either way. If it's the former, she hoped Nik called her the naughtiest things, and if it's the latter, she hoped to understand all of it, eventually.

Once again, with Nik leaning down, their lips met as he brought his hand lower over Mitsuko's body, 'thanking' her properly.

He wished he chose a dress with a zipper on the front. It would have made this a lot easier. But he needed to do with what he had.

His fingers accurately picked favor on her poking nipples. He didn't need a pair of Edison for this. His index pressed against her left nubbin as they kissed passionately. His hold on her wrists grew more firm with every passing second. Their lust deepened, and so did their desire for each other. Mitsuko now wished her hands weren't caught like this. She wanted her nails to run down his chest and trace his neck, too.

"Mmgh," they groaned against each other as Nik cupped her breast against the dress and her luscious chest almost popped free from the deep neckline of her dress. It left her disheveled and encouraged Nik to feel her breasts further.

Letting go of Mitsuko's wrists, Nik leaned back with a soft exhale as Mitsuko chuckled and instantly caught his collars, pulling him down again, almost knocking their foreheads against each other.

"Mmph!" Mitsuko moaned, enjoying Nik grabbing her breasts a little rough this time. She soon let go of his collar now that he understood how much she enjoyed their kiss and let her hands inch toward his chest. Further down, she felt the raging erection tilt upwards in her direction and was only held back by the thin and restrictive hold of the pajamas.

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"It's... lock," Souko slowly twisted the knob again to confirm and then looked back at Sayoko and Kurumi.

"Oh, ho~" Sayoko chuckled while Kurumi frowned.

"But didn't mom say not to lock the doors?"

"Has she ever locked the doors?" Souko scoffed, "You scared him, and things were finally getting interesting. You had to show your colossal head, didn't you?"

Kurumi pouted, "Not my fault that all I could see was mom's back... seen it many times already."

"Well, there you go. Another kid scared away," Souko shrugged.

"Another?" Kurumi questioned as Sayoko and Souko glanced at each other.

"Well... promise not to shout?" Sayoko inquired, and Kurumi nodded hesitatingly.

"Ehm... we both, and even Mom, know that um... your boyfriend broke up with you... so..."

"WH—"

Sayoko instantly held her hand against Kurumi's mouth as she glared at the youngest of the family. "Are you stupid? Didn't you agree not to shout?" She glared while rebuking in a hushed tone.

Kurumi glared back as she pulled back and left with a stomp.

"Now that the exposer has left, come on, let's keep watching," Souko winked at Sayoko while taking a key out of her pocket.

Sayoko smirked as Souko discreetly opened the door once again. Both looked carefully and heard a hushed snicker. "I knew Souko-nee had the key."

The elder sisters pursed their lips as another set of eyes added themselves to the list of spectators.

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Alternative Title: The Edison Chopsticks; Feels Like Home; Lavender on Mitsuko; Kurumi's Caring? The Horny Gremlins; Starting with the Mother; One Can be Horny AND Kind; Broken Within; Now That's a Kiss; Souko's the Answer to Locked Doors; Kurumi Will Be Back... Kurumi is Back; Don't Need Edisons Anymore