When I walked in, I could even smell the tatami mats...I really don't know how they did it.
　And when I sat down across from Shiro-san, he had changed his hair into a ponytail before I knew it.
　Maybe it's to avoid having her long hair stick to the sand, but even so, I think it's great that she looks good in any hairstyle, or perhaps it's because it has a different charm.

'Which one would you like to have, Lord Sharovanal?'
Now, for the 'subtly unpleasant yakisoba'
....

　Umm, yeah. Sure, that's what yakisoba at the beach house looks like, but I'm going to be clear about that!　Oh, and there are some decently good places.......maybe.

Awesome. What's Miyama going to have?
''Well Mr. Cronor, are you sure you can make all those menus you have written over there?''
No problem.
Okay, I'll have curry and rice.
Hmm.

　Did you really make curry and rice or something like that in such a short amount of time?　It's not that you can't do it because it seems to be able to manipulate time, but I don't really have an image of you cooking.

　With some trepidation, just as I was about to order, my sensorium magic caught a hint of it.
　
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on.

　As if to confirm my prediction, curry rice and yakisoba were immediately placed in front of me and Shiro-san.
　When I took a bite of the curry rice after saying thank you for the meal, I found that even the slightly cheesy feeling was perfectly recreated, just as you'd expect from Ayn-san.
　Indeed, this curry rice is unmistakably the curry rice of the beach house.

'Shiro-san, what do you think?'
It's subtly unappetizing. I see, so this is Umi no Ie's yakisoba.
...or rather, you're eating with a fork.
I've never used chopsticks. But that's true, isn't it? You can't really eat unless you use chopsticks, can you?
''Well no, I don't think that's true at all, is it?

　White was using a fork to eat the yakisoba noodles as if they were pasta.
　The next moment, Shiro-san began to say something unbelievable.

'So, Kaito-san. Please let me 'eat' with my chopsticks.
...Yes?
Let me try it with my chopsticks once, please let me eat it.
'No, no, that's not a good idea...'
Let me try it with my chopsticks once, please let me eat it.
But, but...
Let me try it with my chopsticks once, please let me eat it.
Okay.

　Please stop playing repeats. I'm seriously scared...
　Hmmm, I feel like I'm being played with a lot of shame today.
However, it's really fortunate that there are only Kronor-san and Ayn-san in this beach house, so that helped.

　It really is a perfect replica, Mr. Cronor.
　I mean, wait a minute?　You're going to make them eat ... while they're sitting here facing you?　Maybe it's because this table is so big, but it looks like it's going to be very difficult to do...

Why don't you just sit next to me?
Well, uh uh... okay, okay.

　
　

　Determinedly, I got up from my seat and sat down next to Shiro-san.......but the scene far exceeded my expectations.
　Sitting next to Shiro-san, who is almost the same height, I could clearly see her breasts, which were creating deep cleavage, not to mention her beautiful, glossy hair.
　Her skin looked so beautiful and soft, the pleasant scent wafting out of nowhere, and the beautiful face that couldn't be described except by the immensely beautiful woman who was standing so close by... I knew my heart was pounding.

　Oh, calm down, it's okay.
　I sat down with a bit of space between us properly, and if I just pay attention to where I'm looking....

....
What?

　Why did you get so close that our shoulders were almost touching!　I sat down just long enough to get a good distance between us!
　Our bare skin almost touches each other, and my heart jumps even louder, but Shiro-san doesn't seem particularly bothered and remains expressionless.
　Oh, calm down, calm down........take a deep breath. Take a deep breath.....
　But White didn't allow me to keep my cool.

''So much, is this thing good?''

　

Huh?　What?　Shishi, White, what, what!
No, he looked at me with great interest.
''~~!

　What is this guy doing?　Soft...not soft...not!　Oh, no, no, ha, ha, if you don't let go of my hand soon, you're going to be in total s*xual harassment...

If that's what you want to do, I don't mind, okay?
'Please stop saying that!　And anyway!　Hands!　Let me go, please!
I understand.

　I scream desperately as I feel my face burning hot, and White-san lets go of my hand with an assault.
　Well, I can still feel it in my hand....What an extraordinary natural behavior this person has!　I thought I was going to burn out my reasoning in an instant!

　But Shiro-san, as I understand it, doesn't seem bothered at all and holds out a plate of yakisoba to me.

Then let me eat.
Yes.

　I take the plate with my head down, unable to look at Shiro-san's face properly, enjoying the sensation of my spirit being whittled away.
　I grab a piece of yakisoba with chopsticks and bring it to Mr. White's mouth.

I'm sure it tastes better to eat it with chopsticks.
Oh, yeah....
But this doesn't make it possible for Kaito-san to eat curry and rice.
Oh, no, that can wait...
So go ahead.
What?

　After telling me my impressions in the same intonationless voice, Shiro-san takes my plate of curry and rice, scoops it up with a spoon and holds it out to me.
　Wait, wait, wait!　Is that what this is?　You're not suggesting that we should take turns feeding each other or something like that?

Yes, sir.
No, no, I'm not...
Come in.
....
Come in.
Yes, thank you.

　After all, White-san wouldn't give in. I have no choice but to surrender to this boiling shame play.
　I eat the curry rice Shiro-san offers me, and now I feed him yakisoba.

　Dear Mom, Dad - I had dinner with Shiro-san at the beach house, but I've been swept up in it with all my might. Really, Shiro-san is a natural, or whatever you want to call him - I think he's too loose guarded!

You're the only one who's special.
"...so that's why those statements...