After a lunch filled with happiness and embarrassment… Or rather, the
happiness that was completely trampled by the embarrassment I'm
feeling, my date with Shiro-san at the beach continues.
[…L- Listen here, Shiro-san. Gently… Just hit it gently!]
[Yes.]
[I'm being serious here, be as gentle as when you're holding a cookie…]
[I understand.]
Towards Shiro-san who was holding a ball for beach volleyball that she
made, I timidly, yet repeatedly told her.
I was the one who suggested beach volleyball when she told me we were
going to play in the ocean after lunch… and now, I regret it very much.
[I'm begging you here! I would really die there, you know!?]
[I could bring you back to life if you die, so it's alright.]
[That's totally not okay!]
That's because my opponent is Shiro-san… She, who is unmistakably the
strongest being in this world.
If she hits the ball without any moderation, I can't catch her attack… No,
rather than me not being able to catch her attack, my body would
definitely scatter to pieces if I try to do that.
It's more likely that the ball would be blown up first, but I think the wind
pressure alone would turn this area into a vacant piece of land.
(T/N: The process of sending a ball from one side to another is apparently
called "attack", or so google says.)
Because the best evidence is that Chronois-san has been nervously
looking at me from earlier.
It's quite obvious to her that my life is in danger, so she's thinking of
trying to help me when I'm in a pinch… but I can't help but think that
even Chronois-san might not be able to hold her own against Shiro-san,
so I desperately requested her to moderate her attacks.
[I understand. I'll make sure to attack with enough strength that Kaitosan will be able to return… but in return, let's play a game.]
[A game?]
[Yes, the same one Kaito-san played with the Phantasmal King… The
loser listens to one thing the victor says. What do you think?]
[…I- I understand. I'm fine with it.]
I wonder why? Why did Shiro-san bother to suggest such a thing?
…I have a bad feeling about this. Specifically, Shiro-san wanted me to do
something.
Moreover, she would probably want me to do something that I would
normally refuse to do if she proposed it… I- I can't lose here.
Incidentally, when I asked her how we judge whether who wins and who
loses since we don't have a court to play on, she said that the one who
doesn't catch the ball loses.
In other words, even if I returned a ball that would normally be a foul or
even sent it to a direction that would give me a homerun, if Shiro-san
can't return it, she loses… These terms are quite advantageous for the
attacker.
Shiro-san slowly hits the ball, and just as she declared, the ball flies at a
speed that I can fully handle.
The ball came flying straight at me, and I hit it back in a receiving stance
but… yep, fro someone like me whose only volleyball experience are the
games I played in PE class, I wasn't able to neatly return it back to her
and sent it to a direction away from Shiro-san.
But, however…
[…Huh? Eh? Hey, that's—-!?]
Shiro-san disappeared and appeared at where the ball was falling. She
then easily returned the ball.
Eh? Wait a minute, did you just use teleportation? T- That's not fair!
And needless to say, I lost miserably against Shiro-san, who could
instantly move to return the ball even when I don't know myself to
which direction my returns are going.
That means I had to listen to one thing Shiro-san said, but she told me
that she would just leave it for later, as she wants to play another game…
Somehow, I'm starting to feel uneasy here…
[…Hey, Shiro-san?]
[What is it?]
[…Why did you also "split the ocean" along when you should have just
been splitting a watermelon?]
[I dunno?]
Cutely tilting her head, Shiro-san is the same as usual, as the scene
happening before my eyes are all this airhead Goddess's fault.
We were going to split a watermelon, but when Shiro-san swung her
stick… The entire landscape in front of me, along with the watermelon,
was cut in half.
And beside Shiro-san who just was tilting her head at me, Chronois-san
was holding her head with an exhausted expression on her face…
Chronois-san's spirit has fallen in shambles.
[Wouldn't that cause a tsunami…]
[Should I return it back to how it was?]
[Please do so.]
[I understand.]
With a wave of Shiro-san's finger, the divided sea returned to normal as
if nothing had happened.
Ah, she's the same outrageous person she usually is…
[…Shiro-san, that's strange.]
[Is that so?]
[…Yes, because this isn't just a sand castle anymore, that's already a "real
castle" made of sand.]
[Did I make it a little too big?]
[That's just not "a little" at all. Look, Chronoi-san looks like her eyes are
already dead, whose fault do you think it is?]
[I dunno?]
[...…]
In front of me right now is a huge castle made of sand.
The size and appearance are such that anyone would believe it if
someone says that this is the royal castle… And of course, Shiro-san is
the one who made it.
That castle isn't on the level of playing the sand already, you know!?
I don't know if Chronois-san's mind has been driven to the corner or not,
but she looks like her soul has already left her body.
[…Miyama… I'm begging you… I'll do anything… Please help me.]
[C- Chronois-san.]
[If you ask me to take off my clothes , I will do it… So please tell off
Shallow Vernal-sama…]
[You don't have to do that, I'm going to ask her to return it back to how it
was before.]
Chronois-san seems like she has already had enough, as she weakly held
my hand, asking for help with an empty look in her eyes.
I don't know if I should say that Chronois-san have really suffered a lot
or not but… I really feel so bad for her.
As dusk was approaching , Shiro-san and I sat on a vinyl sheet, watching
the glittering sea as the light of the setting sun illuminated the beach.
[It was a really fun day.]
[I'm really glad in that case.]
It seems like Chronois-san… passed out around the time Shiro-san built
a shipwreck and said she wants to go treasure hunting, and she is now
being nursed by Ein-san at the beach house.
Incidentally, the reason why Ein-san didn't appear all these times… is
because if she shows up, Shiro-san would change her maid uniform into
a swimsuit.
Even as Shiro-san did all these absurd stuff today, I felt like the time flew
by fast… and if I were to be asked if I had fun, I certainly did have fun.
Perhaps, that's because Shiro-san… also seems like she's also enjoying
her time.
Shiro-san was still expression like always, but the corners of her mouth
were slightly upturned, and most importantly, her spitting up the ocean
and building real castles, all those preposterous stuff she did today… I
think that Shiro-san wasn't able to act moderately because she's
probably getting excited in her own way.
Shiro-san was originally the God of Creation, so she would never have
the opportunity to play around like this. That's why I think Shiro-san
was having fun in her own way.
Just being together with Shiro-san as she was having fun like that, I
guess I'm also… really having fun.
[…Kaito-san.]
[Eh? Ah, yes.]
[Do you remember our arrangement for our previous game?]
[Yeah, that I will listen to one thing you say.]
[Yes. I'll use that now.]
[…W- What do you want me to do?]
As I was having an inner monologue, Shiro-san tells me in an
intonationless voice, and even though I'm feeling uneasy, I answered.
S- She's using it here huh… W- What in the world would she make me
do? I don't think she would make me do something terrible, but I still
have a bad feeling about this.
In front of the anxious me, Shiro-san removes her pareo wrapped
around her waist, exposing her beautiful bare legs.
As I realize that my eyes can't help but focus on her thighs, Shiro-san
lightly taps her lap.
[I want you to sleep on my lap.]
[…Huh? Eeehhhh!?]
[I saw Kuro do it for you before, so I also wanted to try doing it once.]
[N- No, but…]
A lap pillow!? N- No, that's very unacceptable under the current
circumstances.
I- I- I mean, Shiro-san is in a swimsuit now, you know!? For me to get a
lap pillow under these circumstances, doesn't that mean I would be
laying my head on her bare thighs? No way, that's impossible, I was
already boiling over back at lunch, and she's asking me to do this…
[You're going to do one thing for me, right?]
[Ugghhh…]
I- I certainly did make that promise and agreed to that terms.
I would be really insincere with my promise if I refuse here… I- I guess I
don't have any choice but to be prepared about what I'm about to do
huh?
[…I- I understand.]
[Yes. Now then, here.]
[…Gulp…]
I couldn't help but gulp down my saliva at the site of Shiro-san's pearly
white thighs, I shook my head and frantically calmed myself down
before slowly laying down on her lap.
Her lap is surprisingly soft, yet has a certain elasticity to it… and feeling
Shiro-san's body heat on my cheek, I became aware that my face is
getting so red that it feels like steam is about to come out of my ears.
H- Her lap is so much softer and warmer than I imagined it to be… I
don't know if it's appropriate to say that paradise can be found here or
not, but it feels really good, laying my head on her lap.
The feeling of lying on her thighs felt so tempting that if I were to relax
even a little, I feeling I wouldn't be able to get up anymore, but even
though her thighs are so tempting, I'm still desperately trying to hold on
to the thread of reason… but that's when Shiro-san quietly speaks.
[You… are really different.]
[…Eh? How come?]
[Even when you saw my power, you didn't feel awed nor did you kneel
before me.]
[…Errr, was I being rude?]
[No, I'm glad that you're like that instead. However, I'm just wondering…
Are you not afraid of me?]
[...]
Her voice was as inflectionless as ever, but I could sense that there was a
certain amount of emotion in it.
I don't know what Shiro-san had in mind when she asked me that. Even
though I have my Sympathy Magic, it doesn't work on Shiro-san, so I
can't read her emotions.
Why am I not afraid of Shiro-san… Indeed, Shiro-san is the strongest
being in this world, a genuine God with almost omnipotent power.
Perhaps, feeling fear and respect to her is the normal reaction to her…
but… hmmm.
[I don't know if I can explain it well but… I guess it's probably, errr,
because Shiro-san is "not perfect".]
[…Please continue.]
[Yes. Errr, if Shiro-san is omniscient and omnipotent, a being that doesn't
have any openings for anyone to take advantage of, I may have been
afraid of you. However, Shiro-san may be omnipotent, but you're not
omniscient, right?]
[Yes.]
[That's why, I guess I'm just thinking about your power as something
that makes you Shiro-san? I think I'm not afraid because I can feel that
it's just part of your personality.]
[...]
Actually, I don't really know the details why either.
I think I was scared when I first met her, but now, I'm just thinking of
Shiro-san as an airheaded cheat… and a very attractive woman.
At the very least, I don't feel scared, I'm sure I still wouldn't feel scared
in the future.
At my words, Shiro-san stayed silent for a few moments before she
spoke again.
[…Indeed, I am not omniscient. On the contrary, I don't even know
myself.]
[…Eh?]
[I can't see any difference between the living beings, the plants, or the
earth… the world I have created. All of them seem to have the same
value in my eyes… Am I coldhearted? Do I not… love this world?]
[...…]
There was still no inflection in her voice, and her expression hadn't
changed.
However, her voice somehow sounded lonely… and I couldn't just ignore
it.
[I think… it's the opposite though.]
[The opposite?]
[Yes. I think Shiro-san probably loves this world more than anyone else.]
[…Eh?]
As if my statement was too surprising, Shiro-san's voice just now was
clearly filled with emotions. For the first time, there was an inflection in
her voice.
Still lying down on her thighs, I move my face and look into Shiro-san's
beautiful golden eyes as I spoke my thoughts.
[Shiro-san loves this world you created with all your heart. Everything
that exists in this world can be traced back to Shiro-san. That must be
why you're trying to look at every being the same way? Because the
living beings, the plants and the earth are all equally loved by you…
Because you don't see anyone of them being more superior over the
other, looking at them with the same eyes that you look at the others,
and rarely try to get involved in the world… and by not holding out your
hand to help any side, you're showing them how everyone has the same
worth.]
[...]
[I guess that's also why? The otherworlder me…"This me who wasn't
born in the world Shiro-san created" really fits the role of someone
Shiro-san would get involved with…]
[...]
Hearing my words, which could be taken as disrespect, Shiro-san falls
silent.
Her golden eyes were looking at me, and it's making me feel as if time is
passing slowly…
[…You really are… an interesting person.]
[ ! ? ]
Saying that, Shiro-san lets out a small smile.
Her usually unchanging expression changed, showing a smile that
seemed so beautiful, as if it condensed all the beauty in the world, being
as dazzling and precious as a twinkling star.
With a gentle smile on her face, Shiro-san put her hand on my cheek and
slowly lifted my head… and held it to her chest. Wait!? Eeeehhhh!?
[S- S- Shiro-san!? W- W- What are you doing!?]
My face is buried in Shiro-san's ample breasts, suffocating me in a
heavenly softness and warmness.
[Is that so… So I did love the world huh… I really don't know myself huh.
I didn't realize it until you told me.]
[T- T- That's good to hear, but you know!? B- B- But this situation!?]
[It's my gratitude.]
[Gratitude!? W- Wait, I don't know what you're saying though!?]
I feel down to a situation where it can't be called a lap pillow anymore,
as I'm now being laid on a breast pillow, making my mind completely
blank and I can't think about anything else anymore.
All I could think about was the soft and sweet feeling of Shiro-san's
breasts that seem to entrance all my attention, along with the pleasant
scent that tickled my nostrils.
[You say all that, but Kaito-san seems to be really happy about it, aren't
you?]
[Can you not read the strange areas of my mind!?]
Of course, if you ask me if I'm happy or not, isn't it obvious that I would
be happy!?
That's naturally, because I'm still a man. There's no reason why I
wouldn't be happy in a situation where I'm burying my face in the
cleavage of an immensely beautiful woman like Shiro-san but…
Seriously, can you not blow away all of my reasoning!?
[…Thank you very much, Kaito-san. However, I would like to correct one
thing you just said.]
[…Ehh? C- Correct something?]
Hearing Shiro-san's gentle words, I slightly raised my eyes… and saw the
beautiful smile on Shiro-san's face which was approaching mine, and felt
the soft touch on my forehead.
[I'm not trying to get involved with you just because you're an
otherworlder… I've felt like I was trying to be involved with you because
"I love you".]
[Ehh? A- Ahh, errr, ummm…!?]
With a voice that was too gentle and warm, as even the sound of her
voice also had a temperature… my mind finally reached the limit of its
tolerance, making me short-circuit and I lost consciousness.
And just before I lost my consciousness, I felt Shiro-san hug me tightly.
Dear Mom, Dad—— Shiro-san is an airhead, she's sometimes
unreasonable, and I feel like I'm always being pushed around when I'm
with her. But still, I enjoy spending time with her, and most importantly
—— I think Shiro-san is a very attractive Goddess.