The days had grown pleasantly busy. Thanks to the complete absence of bandit attacks lately and Royza's sharp efficiency in rotating customers through the tables, the main soba restaurant was finally turning a respectable profit. Daily sales hovered around 150,000 yen equivalent, with a net profit of roughly 70,000—more than double what most other eateries in the city managed. Life as an isekai soba chef was starting to feel almost stable.
First order of business: secure a new location for the second branch.
I sat down with the Guild Master—the same cheerful man who had helped me during the cooking competition—and laid out my plans.
"Oh ho, perfect timing!" he grinned, eyes twinkling. "I've got just the case for you."
"Really?!"
"Tomorrow's your day off, right? Want to come take a look together?"
"Yes! Absolutely!"
I brought Royza along. The moment we stepped inside the proposed property, both of us froze.
"Ehh?! This place is incredible?!" I blurted.
"…It's beautiful," Royza whispered, her eyes sparkling like stars.
The building was stunning—elegant wooden beams, large arched windows that flooded the interior with warm light, tasteful stone accents, and a sleek, modern-yet-cozy aesthetic that screamed "high-class café." The location was prime real estate, right in the heart of the upscale shopping district.
"Guild Master… isn't this going to be expensive?" I asked cautiously.
"It is," he replied with a chuckle. "And it's not for sale—it's a rental."
I nodded, already calculating. "How much per month?"
"Five gold coins."
That translated to about 500,000 yen. My eyebrows shot up.
"Wait… that doesn't actually sound that bad."
Our main store pulled in enough that, after expenses, we were banking around 1.4 million yen a month. No rent on the original building helped a lot.
The Guild Master leaned in with a knowing smile. "There's a reason it's priced like this. The owner has been summoned to the royal palace for a three-year contract. He's taking all his apprentices with him, so there's no one to inherit the place. But he wants to come back after those three years and pick up right where he left off."
"So… a rental agreement that guarantees he gets it back immediately."
"Exactly. He doesn't want the building sitting empty, but he also doesn't want some permanent tenant who won't vacate. This is a golden opportunity for someone looking to test the waters."
It was perfect—an ideal trial run for expanding the business without committing to a full purchase.
"Thank you so much," I said. "I'll take it."
Royza stood beside me, tears glistening in her eyes.
"…To think you would trust me with something this wonderful… giving me a brand-new store to help manage…"
"Hey, we still have to make it a success together. I'd love your input on the concept."
She wiped her eyes quickly and straightened up, professional once more. "Yes! Given the elegant exterior and prime location, I believe the sweet desserts we've been experimenting with will be a huge hit here."
That made sense. The refined atmosphere practically begged for something more sophisticated than soba and sake.
"What if we served non-alcoholic drinks as well?" I suggested. "Turn it into more of a café-restaurant hybrid."
Royza tilted her head. "What kind of drinks?"
I decided to show rather than tell. Since she already knew about my unique magic, I summoned a variety right there on the spot—fresh fruit juices in vibrant colors, steaming cups of black tea, fragrant herbal infusions, and several types of red tea.
"Th-this many varieties?!" she gasped.
"If black tea suits their palate, there are even more options," I explained. "Same with the herbal ones."
Royza's eyes widened as she sampled each one. "They pair wonderfully with sweets! This… this will work beautifully!"
With the drink menu locked in, the next step was clear: dessert development.
We'd still offer soba, of course, but the focus had to be on local tastes first. Fruit wines would remain the alcoholic specialty.
There were countless details to iron out, but Royza's enthusiasm was infectious. She immediately volunteered, "If you can provide sugar and other ingredients, I'll start experimenting right away!"
She dove into research with a tray of samples in hand, her tail swishing excitedly behind her.
Meanwhile, I was having an existential crisis in the corner.
"What the hell is the standard for my magic?!"
I could summon tea leaves. I could summon loose tea. I could summon wheat flour and all kinds of powdered ingredients. But…
"Azuki beans won't appear at all!!!"
Anko—sweet red bean paste—was the soul of Japanese wagashi! How could I not make proper Japanese sweets without it?!
"Maybe I should look for a local substitute in this world…" I muttered. That would take time.
A more realistic option was Western-style cakes. Wheat flour I could produce. Eggs existed here, and I could summon milk. I vaguely remembered the basics of sponge cake, buttercream, and simple assembly.
Sure, cakes in a soba izakaya sounded weird at first, but in a stylish café like this? They'd be essential.
And the local fruits in this world were unbelievably delicious. Just a few slices on top would elevate everything.
"Alright, decision made. We're going with cakes."
Three minutes into testing, my magic once again proved it had zero logical consistency.
"Whipped cream comes out?! Seriously?!"
What kind of arbitrary bullshit standard was this magic running on?!
I could summon fresh, silky whipped cream on demand. Chocolate cream worked too. And then—
Soft-serve ice cream also poured out perfectly.
"I don't understand this magic at all! What the hell is the criteria?!"
I tried for azuki-bean ice cream. Nothing.
Melon-flavored soft serve? Nope.
It was discrimination. Pure, blatant discrimination against Japanese sweets.
Still… whipped cream and soft serve solved a lot of problems. Top them with this world's amazing fruits and we'd have an instant menu winner.
"Congratulations, me," I sighed. "Now let's at least try to summon something like sponge cake."
No time to celebrate the absurdity. Work first.
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That night, Royza stayed late, buried in recipe experiments. The kitchen glowed with soft lantern light as she carefully measured and tasted.
"She's so serious," I murmured with a fond smile.
But her face was radiant with joy. I knew exactly how she felt—I'd been over the moon when I first got to run my own place back on Earth.
I decided to leave her to it and give her full creative freedom.
Just as I was about to head upstairs, a small voice called out.
"Aren't you going home?"
It was Merry-chan. For some reason, the tiny half-elf girl showed no sign of leaving tonight.
"Nope♡ I've decided to live here from now on!"
"Eh? What about your parents?"
"I only have Mama, and she hasn't come home much lately anyway."
Oi.
"She already knows I have a boyfriend, so I told her I'd be staying at his shop. She's fine with it."
Is that really fine?!
"Wait… your mother is an elf, right? Since you're half-elf."
Merry shook her head. "Most half-elves have elf fathers. Female elves almost never sleep with humans. But male elves… they'll knock up human women on a whim, like it's just a casual greeting. I've never even met my dad."
Damn… this world really was something else.
I couldn't exactly judge, though. I was literally living with multiple lovers under one roof.
"I gave her the name of this shop, so it's okay," Merry added cheerfully.
She looked so tiny and innocent saying that. The whole situation screamed "questionable adult circumstances," but she seemed genuinely happy.
An idea suddenly struck me.
"Since you're here anyway… want to help me test something?"
"What is it?"
"Whipped-cream play."
Her golden eyes lit up instantly. "Shugoooi♡ So delicious♡♡♡"
I summoned a generous amount of fresh, sweet whipped cream and began spreading it all over her petite body—across her small, perky breasts, down her smooth belly, along her slender thighs. I even dolloped some on her cute face.
Merry licked it off her own lips with obvious delight. "It's so sweet… I love it so much♡ You're amazing♡"
I knelt between her legs and lavished her little pussy with even more cream, then dragged my tongue through the thick, cool sweetness, savoring the way it melted against her warm, slick folds.
"Hiiyaaaan♡♡♡ That feels shugoooi♡♡♡"
She tasted like sugar and pure innocence, her tiny body trembling under every slow, deliberate lick. The contrast of cold cream against her flushed, heated skin was intoxicating.
I moved up to kiss her. Our lips met in a messy, creamy kiss, the sweet flavor passing back and forth between our tongues.
"Should I cover your whole body in whipped cream, Merry-chan?"
"Yes, please♡ I love this so much♡"
I coated her completely until she looked like a living dessert. Then, while thick ribbons of cream still clung to her pussy lips, I pushed my hard cock inside her in one smooth thrust.
The sensation was incredible—her tight, velvety walls combined with the slippery, melting cream created a completely new, luxurious texture.
"Shugoooi♡♡ More, please♡♡ It feels so good♡♡♡"
Merry's famous magic pussy clenched around me greedily, sucking me deeper with every roll of her hips. She really was the best.
"I'm going to fill you up while you're covered in cream, okay?"
"Yes♡♡♡ Cum inside♡♡♡ Get me pregnant♡♡♡"
Her desperate, adorable pleas sent me over the edge. I pounded into her slick, cream-smeared heat, the wet sounds of our bodies mixing with her high-pitched moans.
"I'm cumming—!!"
With a deep groan, I emptied myself inside her. Merry's whole body convulsed, her tiny frame shaking violently as thick ropes of my cum mixed with the whipped cream and overflowed from her stretched little hole.
When I finally pulled out, she lay there twitching, pussy still spasming and leaking a lewd mixture of cream and semen down her thighs.
"Yep. We're definitely doing this again."
My cock was already rock-hard again in seconds.
That night, I kept fucking Merry-chan until the poor little half-elf passed out from sheer pleasure—her body glistening with sweat, cream, and cum, a blissful smile frozen on her lips even in unconsciousness.
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The next morning, Royza burst into the room with sparkling eyes and a thick notebook full of new recipe ideas.
"Master! I think I've perfected the base for the fruit tarts!"
I smiled, still a little dazed from the marathon session with Merry. "Great. Let's taste-test them together after breakfast."
As I watched both girls—Royza passionately explaining her concepts while Merry sleepily clung to my arm, still smelling faintly of sugar and sex—I felt a surge of satisfaction.
The new branch was going to be amazing.
My magic might be completely illogical, but my life in this world? It was turning out sweeter than any dessert I could summon.