On the second night after being transported to another world, Mash decided to try out his skills again.
"Summon the goddess!"
As the chant continued, the whole room lit up brilliantly. When the light converged, Lachsel was sitting on the bed.
It was a success, but he felt a little dizzy and nauseous. He felt like he'd been drinking and was slightly drunk.
But she'd really appeared. He was so surprised. He thought this could be used as a party trick at the end-of-year party.
Lachsel also seemed surprised, looking around restlessly.
"There are no enemies. Why did you use summoning magic?"
This was the same irritating way she'd spoken since yesterday.
"Because I'm not entirely convinced by the explanation."
"For what?"
"Well, let's start with a complaint. 'How to Travel the World' is difficult to use. Make it readable on a spatial display like a character sheet. Also, cut the lead feature."
"That's a great idea. I'll try it right away. I won't be cutting the feature, though."
She raised her index finger and made a gesture. Her chest bounced, and his brain bounced along with it.
"Next, when we arrived in the other world, Mizuki and I had changed hair colors."
"That's because you've adapted to the other world. The environment is different from your original world."
"Is that so?" He couldn't take his eyes off her chest, which was swaying slightly even when she was breathing.
"Yes. It's only a little, but Mizuki reflects Mash's ideals, and Mash reflects Mizuki's ideals. This is my blessing."
"It's a curse. Does that mean I've become a little more to Mizuki's liking? It hurts to say it myself, but no matter what you add to an old man, he's still an old man!"
He looked at her chest and recovered.
"If you don't understand what happened to you, try thinking about the changes in Mizuki."
"It's true that Mizuki seems cuter. But that's not the case for me. I'm still disliked."
"That's not true. Mizuki has a lot going on."
She let out a proud sigh, and her breasts started to sway again.
"I can't believe it."
"Then let me show you some evidence. This is very difficult to say, but, um, well, Mash's... that thing... has gotten a little bigger."
She was about to say something definitive but stopped herself. But it was engraved in his mind.
Lachsel was pointing at his crotch. He was drawn to looking at his own crotch. It was all perfectly visible as he watched Lachsel's breasts sway. But he wasn't sure if it was really getting bigger. Lachsel was also looking at his crotch. The words she was about to say echoed in his head over and over.
Wait, he was currently exposing his arousal in front of a member of the opposite sex.
"Is this the largest you've ever been, Mash? It seems a little smaller than average..."
"Nooooo! Don't look!"
He bent his body into a U shape and covered himself. His greatest dignity was shattered by this goddess.
"S-s-s-s-sorry. What did I do... ahem, anyway, please ask about the rest directly. Do you have any other questions?"
Lachsel tried to deflect by clearing her throat exaggeratedly. He also wanted to forget about it as soon as possible.
Back to the topic at hand—that's right, they were talking about Lachsel's chest.
"Next, let's see. Your breasts... no, that's not it. That was a question. That's right, your measurements."
"I told you it was a secret."
This time she tried to cover her breasts with her arms, which bounced as they were held down.
No good, he'd reached his limit.
"Have you been drinking? You seem completely different from yesterday."
Lachsel asked. Although he hadn't been drinking, he was aware that he'd been acting strange ever since summoning the goddess.
"Really? We're alone together."
There was no point in doing it, but he tried to act tough.
"You may not be aware of this, but Mash is a reserved person who pretends not to be interested while glancing at my breasts every now and then. But today... you've been looking at them the whole time, haven't you?"
She'd hit the nail on the head about his true nature. He desperately tried to think of an excuse, but couldn't come up with anything.
Lachsel had measured his arousal and even told him about a secret fetish. He had to thank her for that. Yes, her breasts.
"I want to touch you," he blurted out.
"Wh-What are you saying?"
He pushed away Lachsel's arms that were covering her breasts and grabbed both of them. His fingers sank into their incredible softness, and then the elasticity pushed back like ripples.
"Mash, that's not okay! You'll end up becoming a real criminal."
"It's okay. Unfortunately, Lachsel is a person who doesn't exist in this world. In other words, no matter what I do to Lachsel, it won't count as anything."
"Oh, I hate smart guys."
He pushed her down on the bed and continued to massage her breasts. Lachsel tried to push him away, but he was stronger.
"I want to touch them directly."
"Th-That's not right."
He unbuttoned Lachsel's top half. Two mounds were exposed, with cute pink peaks on top.
His hands stuck to the curves, feeling their smooth texture. He massaged from below and admired the shape and changes.
He buried his face in her cleavage. The pressure of her breasts enveloped his face.
"Th-this is incredible," he said, enjoying the sensation on his face.
"Uhh, come to your senses."
He raised his face and took the tip of her right breast in his mouth.
"Ahh," Lachsel gasped. Hearing that voice, his excitement level increased.
He rolled it around with his tongue. Lachsel held his head with both hands and pressed it against her chest.
"Lachsel."
He removed his face from her chest, her hand still on his head.
"Y-yes, but please call me 'sama' if possible."
"I'm excited. How about you?"
He felt good that she was no longer resisting.
"Uuh, I know it's wrong, but even though I'm inexperienced it feels so good."
"How do you know I'm inexperienced?"
"I'm a god! And you're so nervous when you talk to me and Mizuki. Even Mizuki notices that."
It was embarrassing. He couldn't hide it any longer. A huge chunk of his confidence was taken away.
"Damn, even you can tell. I'd be more excited if you resisted more."
"Don't say such cruel things so casually. In the first place, it's my fault for not having any entertainment in my palace."
Was she bored? Is that why she'd created such an enormous skill list and thick guidebook?
"Well, that's fine. Now let's go back to your chest. This time, the other side."
"I agree."
Lachsel replied, guiding his head to the top of her left breast. When his lips touched it, Lachsel let out a moan.
While focusing on her breasts, he casually touched Lachsel's lower body.
"Th-that's quite bold."
He continued touching her over her underwear without caring.
"Don't be rough. Be gentle."
When it was over underwear, he couldn't really feel much. He guessed she could feel it because it was getting wet.
He grabbed her underwear and tried to pull it off.
"Wait, I really can't go any further than that."
When he tried to look at Lachsel's lower body, his vision distorted.
"My hands will... there's a line I can't cross, huh..."
He didn't even know what he was saying. His speech was slurred. It was as if someone had directly shaken his brain. His consciousness was becoming distorted. He felt sick.
It reminded him of the seasickness he'd experienced as a child when on a boat sailing over rough waves.
"La... Lachsel... Did you do something to me...?"
"Yes, I've always thought something was wrong. It's magic sickness. Mash is running out of magical energy. After losing most of his magical power during the summoning, he used it all up by keeping me materialized."
He collapsed to the floor. Lachsel got up, adjusted her clothes, and then bent down to check on him.
Lachsel's hand touched his cheek, then touched his head and stroked it. He felt her kindness.
His field of vision rapidly narrowed, and he lost consciousness. However, thanks to that, he was able to free himself a little from his obsession with Lachsel's breasts.
"That's right, the demon king we were supposed to defeat was defeated one hundred years ago."
Lachsel was answering something, but he couldn't hear anything.
He woke up not the next morning, but around noon. He was asleep on the floor. Lachsel was nowhere to be seen, but he was holding her panties in his right hand.
They were high-quality panties embroidered with pure white lace.
He stared at them closely, confirming that what had happened last night was true.
He thought about what had happened since he'd been transported to another world. Clearly his behavior was strange.
Up until now, even if he thought about it, he never put it into words. He was overly conscious of what women thought of him, afraid of being rejected, behaving in a way that wouldn't reveal his true feelings, and protecting himself with pride that seemed incomprehensible to others.
However, he'd repeatedly made sexually harassing remarks to Mizuki, demanded that the guild receptionist introduce him to women, and, although it was due to magical intoxication, committed assault-like acts against Lachsel.
His thoughts were the same as before, but his actions were completely different.
Was this what Lachsel was talking about—adapting to a different world?
Come to think of it, he wondered if she was angry. He felt like it was probably okay.
"Alright, let's level up, increase our magical power, and try summoning Lachsel again."
He wanted to apologize. If possible, he wanted to see it through to the end.
He remembered Mizuki telling him that he looked a little more like someone she knew.
He wanted to check his face, but there was no mirror. He remembered that he had his smartphone in storage and took it out.
He'd been using it on the train, and for some reason it was fully charged. He opened the camera app and took a picture of himself.
His hair was certainly greenish, and his facial features seemed slightly improved, but he was still clearly an older man.
There was one more thing to check.
"How to Travel the World."
After chanting the phrase, a book appeared on a monitor in the air like a character sheet. Lachsel had worked quickly.
By sliding his hand, the pages turned and he could read it like an online book. He went back and checked the cover and discovered that the feature at the beginning had been expanded by about two hundred pages.
He kept turning pages. The front page feature continued endlessly, and no matter how much time passed, he never got to the page with information about the city.
"I want a search function and page jump function."
He gently closed How to Travel the World.