#345
Rarity
The ski lesson progressed faster than expected.
First of all, everyone was not clumsy to begin with, and even without using magic, their physical abilities were already above that of an average person, so after a few demonstrations, they would all be skiing like pros.
In fact, in the original story, learning to ski wrapped up pretty quickly.
It should have been that way.
“Eek! Deok-Sung Oppa! Haru fell over!”
Thud.
I heard Haru’s voice as she fell in front of me like some slapstick comedy.
Wait, she was doing just fine a moment ago, and now she fell?
Was this a deliberate stunt?
I approached Haru, who was buried in the snow, and reached out my hand.
“Are you hurt?”
At my words, Haru’s face turned bright red.
She was mumbling her lips.
It was a complete departure from her usual bold and even audacious demeanor.
With trembling hands, she gently grabbed my hand.
“…Uh, yeah, I’m okay…”
Haru said softly as she managed to stand up.
White snow fell off her body.
Thud.
As she collapsed towards me, I instinctively had no choice but to embrace her.
Haru whispered in my ear in a small voice.
“Nishishi. But Haru thinks she has a bit of a fever. Otherwise, there’s no way my heart would be racing like this, like it’s broken. So, Deok-Sung Oppa, could you take Haru to the infirmary…?”
Just then, as Haru was whispering that sweetly in my ear…
“Kurosawa! What are you doing to Eri’s master? You little thief cat! Ugh!”
Eri, who had suddenly approached, pulled Haru away from my arms.
“I saw you skiing well earlier, Kurosawa… How could you…”
Makoto, peeking out from behind Eri, muttered in a low voice.
Of course.
There was no way someone like Haru, a superhuman, would just fall over.
I thought maybe the superhuman could catch a cold too, in this light novel world of falling in the shower, but as expected, it was just me being foolish.
“Whatever, whatever, Kukuluppingpong~ Nishishishi. Eri-nee, Makopi-nee. Are you guys really getting super jealous because my ultra cute younger JK sister Haru just hugged Deok-Sung Oppa instead of kissing him or anything more? Where’s the composure of the older sisters? Did it just poof away? Well, considering that Eri-nee has smaller breasts than even little Haru, it seems that the saying ‘small-breasted girls lack motherly instincts’ is totally fact. Nishishishi.”
“Is it seriously that embarrassing that Haru, my little sister, just hugged Deok-Sung oppa and didn’t do anything more, yet she’s making a huge fuss out of jealousy? Where did that mature older sister vibe go? Did it just poof away? Well, considering that Eri is smaller than Haru, I guess the saying that girls with small chests lack maternal instincts has some truth to it. Hehe.”
Haru covers her mouth as she laughs.
She pushes her chest out.
Even though her thick ski parka doesn’t show much curve, according to the official settings, Haru’s bust size is C cup.
It was surprisingly noted that her volume is pretty decent when wearing a swimsuit.
Of course, that’s one size up compared to Eri’s B cup.
Eri’s face turns red at the mention of chests.
“Ugh! Kurosawa! Eri’s chest is NOT small! Eri is a slender and perfectly packed B cup, the most beautiful girl in the universe! Hmph! How dare you talk about Eri’s chest when yours is even smaller than a cow’s, not even a real big-chested girl?! I will NEVER forgive you, ugh!!!”
With a flushed face, Eri glares at Haru and shouts.
“Ahaha! Eri, you’re so funny. You think you’re the most beautiful girl in the universe? That confidence is off the charts, right? It’s so childish. I can’t believe you’re older than Haru. Hehe. And sure, I’m not as big as Rin, but I definitely have some decent volume! Hehe. Plus, I’m still growing, so my size is getting bigger every day!”
Haru laughs as she looks at Eri.
Her side ponytail sways.
“E-Eri is also growing! My chest is getting bigger little by little! I drink milk three times a day after every meal! I’m definitely going to grow soon!”
Eri fights back against Haru’s words.
Three times a day for milk? Well, milk is good for you, so what’s the harm in drinking a lot?
“Hehe. You still believe that drinking milk makes your chest grow? Eri, you’re hilarious. Such a child! It’s ridiculous.”
“Uuuuuuuuh!!”
Just as Eri was about to charge at Haru, bursting from her frustration,
“Wait! No! Hold on! Eri-chan!”
Makoto, startled from behind, grabs Eri’s arms.
Caught by Makoto, Eri flails her arms and screams.
“Let me go, Makopi! Ugh! Kurosawa just insulted all the flat-chested girls! Flat-chests are a rare treasure!”
“When did ‘flat-chests are a rare treasure’ become a trend? Haru, I don’t want to hear these outdated phrases from the millennium era in today’s smartphone age. It’s totally lame. Ew.”
Haru waves her hand dismissively.
She sticks her tongue out and makes a funny face.
“Ugh, bust size and all… they’re just numbers… what’s so great about those vulgar, low-class lumps of flesh…”
Just as Eri was biting her lips at Haru’s words,
“Kurosawa, you should stop and get along with your juniors.”
Suddenly, Kasumi hugs Haru from behind and speaks in a gentle voice.
Hugging Haru from behind, I spoke softly.
“Hueh? Nishi-shishi. Why are you suddenly here?”
Haru turned around and replied.
So Kasumi’s nickname is Hueh? This girl’s titles are all over the place.
“Who called me Hueh? Kurosawa. If you keep being annoying like that, I’ll punish you. Hey!”
“Ahhh! Don’t tickle me! Kyaahahahaha!”
Kasumi was tickling Haru, who burst into laughter.
Eri, watching the scene, snuggled into Makoto’s arms and said,
“Sniff… Makopi. A flat chest is still precious, right? Isn’t it?”
“Yeah. That’s right, Eri-chan. Don’t be too heartbroken. Our master will like your pretty chest too.”
Pat, pat.
Makoto gently patted Kasumi’s head while holding her close.
Makoto’s curvy chest, even under a thick ski jacket, caught my eye.
I wondered if there was going to be a disastrous chest battle for a sec, but of course, there it is.
Hearing the long-awaited proper size debate, my head spun.
“…Is this the culture of humans…? Their world is terrifying…”
In the midst of all this, Beatrice was shivering and murmuring behind me.
Can’t she just take off that eye patch? It’s annoying every time I see it.
I sighed and clapped my hands.
“Enough nonsense already. If everything’s sorted, let’s hit the slopes.”
The ski lesson was definitely over, and it was finally time to ski down the course.
Everyone nodded at my words.
Phew.
Finally sorted out.
I stood at the starting line with the heroines.
In the distance, I could see the ski house below.
It seemed the heroines who were racing before were still not visible.
I hope they’re not stuck on an advanced course still fighting over the results, right?
“If you follow what I taught you earlier during the lesson, you shouldn’t have any trouble skiing down. I’ll signal when we start.”
It was Eri, Makoto, Kasumi, Beatrice, and even Haru, all looking quite tense as it was their first real run.
Seo-Jin’s calm voice rang out.
“Alright then, get ready, go!”
With Seo-Jin’s signal, the heroines raced down the snowy field.
After watching them all go down, I finally kicked off into the snow myself after a long time.
The sounds of winter winds rushed by my ears as I felt the exhilarating speed.
Refreshment and thrill enveloped my entire body.
Swoosh!
The slicing air and the scenery passing by, along with the pure white mountain visible through my goggles, were impressive.
After skiing down the course, I finally reached the bottom near the ski house.
“Haru! Skiing was so fun! Nishi-shishi!”
“Eri would also like to come back to the ski resort with Master… maybe…”
“Then I’ll go with Eri-chan too.”
“Human amusements aren’t half bad, huh?”
At the end of the course, the heroines who had skied down were bubbling with conversation.
I could see Haru, Eri, Makoto, and Beatrice chatting away.
It seems that Lu, Eri, Makoto, and Beatrice are having a conversation.
Looks like they’ve gotten pretty friendly during the ski lessons.
“Oh, Junior is here too! Welcome, Junior!”
Kasumi waves as she spots me.
“Oh, it’s Master! Master! Eri-Rin! I missed you, Master!”
“Nishishishi. Deok-Sung Oppa!” “My Lord!”
At Kasumi’s words, all the heroines turn their gazes this way.
As Eri, Haru, and Makoto cheerfully approach, suddenly—
Grrroooowwwwl.
A thunderous stomach growl reverberates through the quiet ski resort.
The culprit? Beatrice.
Receiving everyone’s attention, Beatrice’s face turns bright red.
“Th-this isn’t! Ahem. This sound definitely isn’t from a lady!”
Just as Beatrice desperately denies it and shakes her head—
“If you’re hungry, simple meals are available at the ski house restaurant, so feel free to use it.”
Whoosh.
Han Seo-Jin, who had appeared out of nowhere, calmly speaks.
“Th-that isn’t what I meant…”
Beatrice flails her hands in denial at Han Seo-Jin’s words.
Then—
Grrroooowwwwl.
A louder stomach growl comes from her again.
“I’ll guide you. Everyone please follow along.”
“…Tasting human food doesn’t sound too bad. I shall honor you with the guidance of a noble lady of the Scarlet Lotus. Human.”
Beatrice quickly changes her tune as always.
In the end, we followed Han Seo-Jin toward the restaurant inside the ski house.
*
The restaurant we arrived at featured a stunning view of the frozen lake and snowy mountains outside, thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows—it was quite an atmospheric place.
“Here we are.”
At the table that Han Seo-Jin guided us to, there was a steaming hot fish cake soup, spicy rice cakes, instant noodles, and spicy fried chicken from Sokcho.
All foods commonly eaten at ski resorts.
Typically, ski resort prices would make you cry and tremble, but here, it’s my private resort.
And since all the operating costs are covered by a chaebol group, it is truly free in every sense.
Despite receiving unnecessary provisions like this, the fact that the intent is pure goodwill, not tax evasion, is genuinely terrifying.
“The fish cakes in this soup are sourced directly from Busan, delivered to Mr. Kim Deok-Sung, and the seafood used for the broth is also supplied by Busan. The cooking is overseen by Chef Kim, who has experience working at Cheil Hotel.”
Why on earth is a five-star chef making fish cake soup?
It’s absurd.
“This Sokcho spicy chicken is from the most famous spicy chicken place in Sokcho…”
The obligatory regional PPL lines that you can’t escape from in light novels spill out from Han Seo-Jin’s mouth.
I really wish they hadn’t implemented such ridiculous things.
Just as I thought about dipping the fish cakes in the soup—
Crash.
The restaurant door swings open and someone walks in.
