The day before the cooking competition, heavy rain poured down.
"Will it be okay tomorrow?"
"Well, worst case we can just blow the clouds away with magic."
Magic really is amazing. Magic.
"For now, I asked you here about the seating arrangement."
We had already held so many meetings that we couldn't find any major problems left. Everything was polished and ready.
"It's finally tomorrow."
"I hope it goes well."
The next day.
They really did use magic to blast the rain clouds away.
Magic is seriously incredible.
'Thank you for waiting so long!!! We will now begin the First Annual Capital Culinary King Championship!!!'
'Uooooooooo!!!!!'
I had come up with the flashy title myself. In the end, it turned into a full representative tournament for the entire capital. "Culinary King Championship" sounded cool, right?
I worked behind the scenes while the coliseum roared with excitement. Large-scale projection magic created giant floating screens—like massive TVs in the air—so the audience could watch every detail of the cooking. I directed the angles to make sure everyone had the best view.
In the first round, three contestants drew especially loud cheers. One of them was Roiza. Her female fans were incredibly passionate. The popularity of her crepes was off the charts. Actually, most of the spectators were women.
I recognized one famous handsome chef whose male fans were just as enthusiastic. That made sense. But the third loudest cheer came from an old grandpa.
Why him? I wondered—until I saw it.
"Hmph!!!"
He was grinding grains with raw arm strength alone. His muscles bulged as he pulverized everything in his path.
"What insane power!"
Unbelievable. The old man used pure brute force to smash ingredients into powder, then mixed them, shaped them into hamburger-like patties, and cooked them with explosive flame magic that roared like a bonfire.
"Flashy… I see. In a cooking competition, showy techniques are a big plus."
It was a great reference.
Those three, along with five others, advanced from the first round.
That was when the venue suddenly grew noisy.
"What's going on?"
"It's terrible!"
The guild chairman burst in, face pale.
"The man known as the world's greatest chef, Uorld Aribus, is here and demanding to compete!!!"
When I saw the man called Uorld Aribus, my first thought was:
"Is this guy from a fighting game?"
He looked exactly like one of those over-the-top muscle characters—headband, bulging muscles, burning eyes. Just like Gelahagudome, this world had way too many fighting-game-looking people.
"I go looking for stronger opponents."
Why was a chef wearing a headband and built like a bodybuilder?
"If you really are the world's best, you should get a direct seed to the finals. Let's make the final a three-way battle."
"That works. Yeah, we have four cooking stations anyway."
When the chairman relayed the suggestion, Uorld Aribus struck a dramatic pose.
"Wonderful! I love people who get straight to the point!!! There is no chef above me! I am eternally No.1!!!"
Yeah, yeah, got it. Please stop posing like you're about to use a ultimate technique.
Final round.
Roiza had made it through brilliantly. The crowd loved the contrast between Roiza with her huge female fanbase and the grandpa with his male supporters. Both were local favorites.
Uorld Aribus, the sudden intruder, received colder feelings, but the man was undeniably the real deal.
"What the hell is that!?"
His knife work was insanely fast, yet he deliberately slowed down at key moments so the audience could clearly see every technique. The speed, the power, the presentation—everything was on another level. The flavor was so incredible that one judge actually fainted from pure bliss.
In the end, the judges reluctantly chose Uorld Aribus as champion. His overwhelming presence filled the entire coliseum, and the crowd eventually erupted into genuine applause.
But then came his victory speech.
"It was a magnificent tournament! These two warriors pushed me harder than any opponent I have ever faced!!!"
'Oooooooooo!!!!!'
The venue exploded with excitement.
"But I am the champion! Listen well! Anyone who wants to defeat me, come challenge me again! I will wait here for worthy rivals!"
'Oooooooooo!!!!!'
Hey, hey, hey. Don't just commandeer the coliseum. There's a horse race here tomorrow. Are you going to race the horses?
Still, Uorld Aribus's passionate speech had a massive impact. The entire cooking competition became the talk of the town. People kept saying our team had nearly beaten the world's best, so Roiza's shop was packed every day.
"By the way, we need to go look at houses."
Miju had arranged viewings for a new home. Merry's mother was supposed to join us, but she showed up ridiculously late—and already drunk.
"Mom, you're late."
"Sorry, sorry~"
Why are you drunk already?
"Long time no see, Ramel-san."
"Oh my, Miju-san."
Right—Miju and Merry's mother were old acquaintances. Miju had come along as the official introducer for the house hunt.
"There are three houses. Let's go see them."
First house: a huge mansion.
"Way too big."
Merry's mother shot it down immediately.
"We can't afford servants, so a house this large is just extra work to maintain."
Makes sense.
Second house: also oversized.
"This second floor is completely wasted space."
I didn't feel comfortable here either.
Third house: decent size, but…
"It's a bit too flashy inside."
The interior was overly ornate. Changing it would be too much hassle.
All three were disappointing.
"None of them work? There's actually one more…" Miju said.
"Let's see it."
The fourth house was perfect—good size, calm and elegant interior, a little old-fashioned but full of historical charm.
"I like this one best," Merry's mother declared.
"Me too!" Merry chimed in happily.
I liked it as well.
"Miju-san, this is the one."
"Got it. This place has a bit of a reputation though."
"A reputation?"
"Ghosts appear here."
She was serious.
"Can't we just exorcise them?" Merry's mother asked.
Apparently ghost-busting services existed in this world too.
"It's a ghost that makes people insanely horny. Pretty powerful. Exorcisms have all failed. But since the new owner is already having nonstop sex anyway, it probably won't matter."
A horny ghost? What the hell?
"Because of the reputation, the price is only 50 gold coins. What do you think?"
So cheap!? That was less than a year's rent for Roiza's shop!
Roiza's place was bigger and newer, so the comparison wasn't fair, but still…
In the end, thanks to Miju's introduction, I bought the new house on the spot.
That night, as thanks, I went to Miju's house for sex.
For some reason.
"Aaahn♡♡♡ I love big cock so much♡♡♡"
Miju rode me energetically, laughing with pure delight as her hips rolled in smooth circles.
"Hey, from now on come over whenever you want, okay?♡ You can use my pussy like it's yours♡♡♡"
"Really?"
"Of course♡♡♡ I'll always welcome your cock inside me♡♡♡"
Half-elf pussy really was the best. At this point, even if I could never return to Japan, I wouldn't mind.
Top reason for staying in this world:
1. Half-elf pussy is too good.
2. Magical beasts are scary.
…Yeah, those are pretty terrible reasons.
"Master, can you still make alcohol right now?"
"Need a cup?"
"Here."
Drinking while having sex… was that even safe? But Miju downed the cup happily.
"Delicious booze and skilled sex! Ahhh, this is the best!"
She looked incredibly happy. Then she pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, tongues tangling wetly.
"Nnnn♡♡♡"
"Come inside as much as you want♡♡♡ I'm handling contraception myself, so don't hold back. Fill me up♡"
What a wonderful woman.
I thrust up hard, pumping load after thick load into her greedy half-elf pussy.
"Aaahn♡♡♡ So much again♡♡♡"
Miju clung to me tightly, refusing to let my cock slip out even after we finished. We stayed locked together, bodies pressed close.
"Master, you're actually quite popular, you know?"
Was I? Well… I was sleeping with six girls, so maybe.
Though pure romantic affection seemed limited to Merry and Layla.
"Even though you're getting married, I'll introduce you to someone interesting next time. She's quite the character."
"Oh? What kind of person?"
"A heavy drinker. Way beyond even me."