Chapitre 55: Helping a Waifu
[Seiji's POV]
Holy shit it's all gone.
Call me dramatic but I know you would react the same way after witnessing a girl finishing the amount of food meant for 20 people all by herself.
It was bullshit, like many other things in this world of Shounen anime.
How the fuck did she weigh 56 kg with muscles 8 times denser than normal?(All canon btw) How the fuck did her body digest all those food so quickly? Where the fuck did those energy go?
Honestly, I got over such illogical observations a long time ago. This world was different from my past life, their logic could not be compared. That much should be obvious when there was a demon king who looked like Michael Jackson and got his power from a flower.
But still, this was one of the rare occasions when I was shocked.
Her body was just a fucking mystery even with my eyes. It did not follow common logic. How the fuck can it do that, why the fuck was it so beautiful?
I wanted to explore it.
Mitsuri blushed a deep shade of red while looking down at the ground. She had finally come to her senses after finishing all the food.
She released a cute little burp after which she immediately covered her lips. Even though I told her she could eat as much as she wanted, there was guilt and shame on her face.
You know what, maybe the gods gave me all the wealth I had just so that I could provide for this little glutton wrapped in a fluff of cuteness.(AN : I am always two steps ahead)
"You finished it all," I said, maybe my voice came out more bewildered than expected because she shrunk even smaller and nodded.
"That's amazing. You ate it all." I said as genuine laughter rolled off my throat. It was rare that I would laugh.
Mitsuri seemed to realize that too even though she'd only known me for a few hours. Her big round eyes gawked at me like they were looking at the strangest sight.
"I didn't even get to eat anything."
"!!!" she inclined her head, "I am so sorry!!!"
"Don't sweat it. We still have dinner waiting for us anyway." I said. I couldn't even order more because the shop literally served us everything they had.
This was also why there were no onlookers to gawk at Mitsuri like she was an animal in the zoo. I made sure to send all possible distractions away before letting her indulge in her food.
"Let's return," I said and we both left the restaurant.
We returned to the Kanroji compound just in time for dinner and believe it or not, Mitsuri was still able to eat a normal portion of food after all that.
Dinner was a joyous affair. My uncle and Kenji were old friends and that was evident. With the two men of the family getting along, the rest of the members did too.
Stories about when Mitsuri and I were young were shared. Misturi's parents especially had a lot of things to talk about and many tales to tell. She was kind of like the odd one in the family (in a good way). Her parents said she was nothing like her other siblings so she had plenty of fun stories.
My uncle and aunt also shared stories of how I grew up. Mine were not as humorous or fun as Mitsuri's but they were remarkable achievements. As a reincarnated person and a prodigy, I was extremely mature for my age when I was young and achieved many impressive feats.
I was a little sad that my uncle and aunt did not have a funny story to share about me. At that time, I was laser-focused on getting stronger so I sacrificed my childhood. I barely even spent time with them.
But even with all that, they were always so kind and understanding. They didn't ask anything in return - while I was suspicious of them and chalked their kindness to them wanting my inheritance - they never stopped loving me.
But here I was, still calling them uncle and aunt even in my mind. Forget addressing them as mother and father, I haven't even acknowledged their names.
I was bitter. My suspicions, thinking I was smarter than everyone else and the barrier I erected around me were just a way for me to cope because truthfully, I never wanted to love again at that time.
I didn't want to have a family again, because the pain I felt when it was taken from me was too much, too unbearable.
I didn't want heaven if it meant risking hell. I just wanted, to be fine.
But those fears were slowly dying as strength grew in its place. As I was gaining the power to protect my family and ensure it was not taken from me again, the barriers slowly crumbled away.
So I hoped in the future, we could get even closer.
....
Anyway, after dinner, we stayed for a little while longer and the important question was imposed upon me.
"So Seiji, what do you think of my daughter? Did you get along well?" Kenji asked the question.
Although my parents had arranged the meeting, it was still ultimately my decision whether I was engaged with Mitsuri or not. Kenji was asking for an answer to that.
If I didn't like her, I would say something like praising her daughter or say things like how I wanted to get to know her better. I shouldn't outright say that I didn't want to marry her as that would be a great insult.
Basically, if I didn't say I wanted her as a wife, it would be the same as rejection. Anything other than confirmation would be taken as rejection.
So what did I say?
"She'd make a lovely wife."
I was not sure where I was going with this or whether I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with Mitsuri, but I left that for 20-year-old me - who by that time would have probably ended the demon war or died trying.
But the reactions I got from Mitsuri and her parents made me glad I accepted. Mitsuri herself had a small and earnest smile with tears of joy while her parents were truly glad to find someone who did not reject thier daughter instantly.
After that, we left the Kanroji household. Since it was too late to go home, we went to an inn nearby where we all spent the night.
The next morning we went home. Although the engagement was seemingly done, we were not rushing it. I was not even legally able to marry yet, so marriage was still a thing in the far future.
All in all, it was a great experience.
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(The next day)
I think this was the first time I had ever been on a proper date.
Shinobu and I would go out at night to hunt and experiment on demons while Kanae and I had gone on a joint mission on more than one occasion but those were not dates.
Mitsuri and I were currently walking around the compound. We had just returned from the market and now we were taking a peaceful stroll in the garden.
She had gotten noticeably comfortable around me but she was still guarded and hesitant to be her true cheery self. I was able to get a glimpse of it but at the moment she was still hiding in fear of rejection.
While we were walking past the huge stacking boulders near the stream, an idea suddenly struck me. I stopped walking and looked at the stones.
"Seiji?"
"Mitsuri, do you think you are stronger than me?" I asked suddenly and she blinked in surprise.
"What makes you say that?"
"No reason. I was just curious." I said.
"You are a man...of course, you'd be stronger than me," she said but my eyes see through her lies easily.
Now it was not just a matter of helping her. The fact that she thought I was weaker genuinely rubbed my ego the wrong way. Let's show her that she was not the only one with special talent.
I went ahead to one of the smaller boulders. It was around the size of a car wheel and would probably weigh around close to a hundred kilograms. I picked it up with ease and put it over my head.
"ahh." Mitsuri gasped softly in surprise.
I put down the stone in front of her and said, "Now you try."
She was hesitant at first but seeing how I easily picked the stone up, she thought it would not be a problem if she did the same. She didn't know that the stone was already heavy enough that no normal man would even be able to lift it.
She picked it up and also put it above her head. I was genuinely surprised at the ease with which she threw the weight up. My eyes glowed purple as I watched her pink muscles produce raw strength like it was thier sole purpose.
"That was good. But how about this one." I said before grabbing another boulder, a bigger one this time and lifting it up again with no effort.
Muscles trained with the eyes of the transparent world since when I was a child were nothing less of perfection. It won't lose to her pink muscles.
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'Or maybe it will.' I thought to myself when I saw her easily throw up the weight again.
For some reason, I found that extremely hot. Did I have a thing for strong women? I couldn't help but imagine a child between us, what if he inherited my eyes and talent with her body? Wouldn't he basically be the second coming of Yoriichi?
If I didn't end Muzan, he probably would.
Anyway, Mitsuri and I entered a contest of strength. Although hesitant at first, Mitsuri became increasingly competitive as I was able to match her strength with no real struggle on my part.
In the end, I was the winner. Although she had an incredible body, she had never trained in her life while I had trained for more than half my life. Plus I did a lot of training with boulders during my training with Gyomei.
I was not exactly normal either so it was natural for her to lose.
"Haaa...haa....haaa...." Mitsuri's laboured breath came with smoke. Her cheeks were flushed red and sweat covered her body.
Although part of it was because she was tired from all the lifting, most of it was because oddly enough, she was very turned on at the moment. Her eyes shone with lust as she looked up at me from the ground she sat on.
I don't think she even realised what she was feeling. And I probably wouldn't too if not for my eyes that saw everything.
'So she has a strength fetish?' I made a mental note in my head while scratching my cheeks helplessly.
I sat down beside her and waited for her to calm down, which she eventually did after ten minutes.
...
"You are very different from other girls, you know that right?" I said suddenly. The mind was clear after a good workout so she immediately perked up, her brain processed my words quickly.
"...Yes."
"Do you know how you are different?" I asked.
She stayed silent for a few seconds before she confessed with eyes looking down, "No other girls are as strong as me nor do they eat as much as I do."
"Unlike them, I am not elegant. I am not ladylike," she said with sad eyes.
"Are you sad about that?" I asked and she nodded.
"Well, you shouldn't be." I said, "It means that you are special and all of the people who rejected you are merely envious."
"You don't have to change and pretend to be someone you are not Mitsuri. Do you want to live your whole life as someone you are not?"
"No. I don't want that." she said after a thoughtful silence.
"Then stop pretending." I said, "You know, I was told that I would meet you two days ago, but I don't think I've really met you."
"I promise you, after you start being true to yourself, you will find that there are people in this world who will not only accept you but love you for who you really are."
"Really?" her voice was shaky and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
"Yes. There are your parents and also.." I said and pointed at myself, "..there is this guy."
It was not a lie. Although I met her only a few days ago, I have known her since my past life. I absolutely loved her character when I watched the anime. Her bright personality and bubbly attitude were a huge contrast to the tragic themes of the anime.
Even in an intense fight against the upper moons, she was unapologetically being herself. While everyone fought out of hatred and revenge, she was the only one fighting because of her love for her friends and the demon slayer corps.
I was always attracted to that, probably because I was so hateful.
"Thank you," she whispered softly as her tears finally flowed down her eyes like a dam. Then she lunged at me and her arms tightly wrapped around my torso, knocking the breath out of me.
"Thank you so much!!" she said and cried in my chest.
It was easier than I expected. I wonder how much she needed to hear those words.
"No problem Mitsuri." I said and patted her head.
She continued bawling her eyes out and she hugged me even tighter. But her giant balloon breast acted as a cushion so I was not hurt even with her insane squeezing strength.
It felt amazing.
I'll take this as my reward.
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Author: Although I would've loved to stretch this development for around three chapters or so, I'm afraid it would be boring to some people so I did it in a single chapter.
In the end, I find no reason to stretch something the canon covered in a few pages too much. After all, it's not even the main plot.
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