Paradise of Infinity

The dinner now felt different to Nik. It wasn't just some women he couldn't understand and...

'My god this is colorful...' Nik gulped. A part of the reason why the Souma Family maybe this open is due to the language barrier or they just didn't care. He didn't have enough facts of course, and if he were from a normal background in the previous world then he would judge the family deeply, he admitted internally. Who knew having oneself broken mentally and physically only to be trained anew would also instill a person with a sense of humility, right?

"Eh, I wanted to go shopping, too... Next weekend, we all will go together," Sayoko sighed, eating rice with chopsticks while glancing at Nik occasionally.

"You just want new toys. I keep telling you, just get drunk with your mates from the lecture. The more the merrier," Reiko shrugged but she, too, would glance at Nik curiously.

"By the way, since when did you start treating an adult like a kid, mom?" Kurumi frowned as she looked at the source of amusement which happens to be in Nik's hand.

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

"So you decided to go level kindergarten and bring him 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. Now, in this household, the sticks seemed to be made out of metal and hence were reusable but he had also seen Genta use wooden chopsticks which would be later thrown away.

In his hand, however, was something much more complex and sophisticated. Made out of plastic, the sticks weren't separated but connected from the top that allowed the chopsticks to act like a geometrical compass while the two rings on the stick wrapped around Nik's thumb and index finger allowed him to try and eat using a chopstick, just similar to how a child would learn to eat, too.

'What was wrong with the spoons for the rice, too?' Nik questioned internally but being good with his hands, he was getting a good grasp on how the chopsticks worked. Now, he pondered the truly important questions regarding this item. Could they be used as something aside from a dinner, say, laying a barbecue on them? The steel ones, he meant.

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

"Sweetie, I sent the message in the group but all of you replied that you didn't want anything," Mitsuko sighed.

"Leave 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,' Nik shrugged internally while drinking the soup. Almost every meal in this new locality came with a bowl of soup or broth and now, Nik was beginning to enjoy it. 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~" Reiko smiled slyly, "Did you let him get a good look?"

"Well—"

"Reiko-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, the one with a deep back and Nik was kind enough to handle the zipper."

"His or yours?" Sayoko inquired with a smile 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?" Reiko inquired.

'Oh, should have known. There's a script,' Nik blanked out for a moment. With the addition of payment, this household will become a great and popular whore house. He had felt contradictory for quite a while now. How Mitsuko had been showing kindness and how it seemed to be intended for a more physical benefit but truly, understanding them, Nik realized that this was family was quite similar to how he had grown. But given the fact that the mother-daughter's' relationship was forged with blood... and understandably orgasms, they were much different from his own 'mother' who was an appointed caretaker from his 'actual' mom, the one who generously gave him a name.

The table was a small one with six chairs set up. Two on the longer sides and one each on the shorter ends. Mitsuko sat on one of the ends 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 in his finger and parted his thumb and index finger resting on the side of his middle finger before clamping the chopsticks to a portion of rice but only picking a single cooked grain of it. Breathing deeply, he nodded at Kurumi. This actually made her smile. The physical struggle, that is, between a man and a chopstick.

"Don't worry, you'll learn," she spoke a bit quietly 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. There was a spoon in the container of soup but it seems that even exchanging the spoon from one container to another is considered relatively bad table manners. Well, it didn't really make any difference to Nik.

The thing he did note was the privacy he got during the bath today. Though he did feel a little left out as he almost began taking a beautiful woman over 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 only to find Mitsuko in her green nightgown as a black belt tied it over her waist.

He looked around, unable to find Kurumi. Aside from Mitsuko, only Kurumi had shown enough interest to... well, keep track of his movements like this either out of kindness, concern, or some other adulterous reasons.

"Did a little break help you feel settled?" Mitsuko already had a few translated lines jotted down on her cellphone. Nik carefully nodded, feeling a distinct shift in Mitsuko's mood. Although she still held her casual smile, Nik felt that if he sniffed any harder and with particular emphasis then he might just smell something familiar.

"Y-yes," Nik nodded with a smile as Mitsuko leaned forward, holding the edge of his sleeve as she turned around, not waiting for a moment to pull him into her own room, a space that Nik helped clean up today itself.

The lamp was lit dimly and remained the only source of light. The windows curtained but the odd silence made Nik feel a little awkward. Even in his job, he would keep a song already playing while waiting for his customer just to keep his client from feeling this sense of expectations and silence to conflict.

*Click*

Mitsuko closed the door but keeping to the tradition of the household, 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 towards the bed.

"You wouldn't mind it, would you?" Mitsuko leaned towards Nik while whispering, "If you had any problems, you would have given such an indication, 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.

"I like it when you have your hair combed and pushed 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 don't remember anything, I'll properly guide you," she continued seeing Nik silently looking at her with an odd glint in her eyes.

"You do 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 on Nik's cheek, caressing him.

'I do know... this isn't prostitution after all,' Nik's gaze flickered and almost groaned. How broken he must be to even feel this sense of disappointment that he wasn't whoring himself out? But this thought only ignited his frustration in more ways than one as he felt the familiar butt nuzzled over his crotch.

However, he didn't need guidance. Even if his method might be different due to different cultures, it shouldn't be too bad because the women of this world, at least, Mitsuko is the same as half of his clients.

Seeing Nik's expression, his other 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 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 each other, slowly warming each other up and parting their entrances, Nik's palm traced her neck. Needless to say, after a warm bath comes a bout of coldness but having his palm right above Mitsuko's warm breasts, their height difference not a matter of difference for the moment, Nik felt Mitsuko's body against him slowly growing warmer. The slightly tighter push of her palm against his cheek only made them kiss each other harder.

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

Now, Mitsuko truly questioned if Nik was an amnesiac or not. She hadn't ever had taken an amnesiac in so this was truly her first time feeling 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 came to be and looked to the door slightly pushed open, and pursed her lips. Then looking at the slightly dazed expression on Nik, Mitsuko chuckled and poked the tip of his nose, "Don't mind them."

Her hands slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he looked down on 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 around. His strength just enough to let her on the bed without looking hasty or anxious before she stood up and unbuttoned the remainder of his shirt and walked up to the door.

Closing it, 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.

If Nik felt anything, then the only indication to it was the tent pitched in his pajama, and instead of removing his shirt completely, he kept it on his body loose and unbuttoned. Crawling up to the bed, Nik finally sat atop Mitsuko but kept his weight on his knees and leaned down to clasp her wrists on top of her head with a hand. The smile on Mitsuko's lips was all he needed to continue and he leaned down, reaching for her specs with his other one but seeing her shake her head, Nik stopped and then stroked her cheek.

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

A little startled seeing Nik speak, a rare act due to the language barrier, Mitsuko's smile widened. Either Nik was a great actor cursing her with that expression or he felt grateful to her. She wouldn't mind the former because it wouldn't be her first time and the latter even more.

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

He truly wished to pick a dress with a zipper on the front, too, but he needed to do with what he had. Mitsuko's large breasts, something that he had seen in their full glory, were packed in this dress and even when lying on the bed. But the thin and stretchable fabric didn't do anything for her poking nipples.

"Mmgh," They groaned against each other as Nik had his thumb press against Mitsuko's nipple and then cupped her breast against the dress, making her cleavage pop out from the wide and shallow neck of the dress.

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 and Mitsuko's own hands let go of his collar, inching towards his chest and then further down as she felt the raging tip tilted upwards in her direction and only held back by the thin and restrictive hold of the pajamas.

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"It's... lock," Reiko slowly twisted the knob once 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?" Reiko scoffed, "You scared him and things were finally getting interesting. You had to show your big head, didn't you?"

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

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

"Another?" Kurumi questioned as Sayoko and Reiko 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," Reiko winked at Sayoko while taking out a key from the pocket.

Sayoko smirked and Reik discreetly opened the door once again. Both of them looked carefully and they heard a hushed snicker, "I knew Reiko-nee had the key."

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