Editing Failing Witch:Volume3 Episode1 (section)

===Part 1===

One summer evening, a carrier pigeon arrived at Myousou Yagoro’s apartment to deliver a message in place of a mobile device.

It was a request for assistance from the used book seller (a gentle young woman with silver hair, brown skin, and enormous boobs) who was always helping him one way or another.

He readied himself for some kind of heavy lifting and made his way to the used bookstore.

“Your shoulders are stiff?”

“Yes, that’s right. Parchment is so heavy when bound together, so this was inevitable with all the books I have to carrying in and out.”

The young woman at the counter of the dimly-lit store was massaging her own shoulders. Now, she was also Melehe’s mother, so he had to handle her with the utmost care.

She wore an apron over a black dress resembling a fancy chocolate cake made with brandy and gold leaf. She claimed her shoulders were stiff, but…

(She expects me to believe moving her merchandise around is the ''only'' reason for that? Yeah, right.)

“Yagoro?”

“Nothing,” he hurriedly assured her. He did owe her a lot, so he couldn’t tell her his eyes had been drawn down toward her huge boobs.

He did know the perfect tool for this.

And his HEA house could create any electronic device as long as he had the manual.

More specifically, he could feed a hand-drawn manual to the wooden ants in his aquarium and they would dig out the colorful soil to give it the proper form and function. The fact that the electronics didn’t even need a power source was especially useful.

So he could create a health product designed for stiff shoulders, but it would be an item that did not exist in this world. Which meant he couldn’t let her see it.

And so…

“Oh? You want to blindfold me?”

“Eye strain can apparently play a role in stiff shoulders. And heating them with a damp wet towel should help too.”

“Hee hee. You’re so knowledgeable. I knew you were the right person to go to for help.”

The cheerful woman didn’t find anything suspicious about having her eyes covered by a towel and a thin string.

In other words, his pursuit of the best possible option had led to this.

He was alone in a dark room with a married woman. The mother was seated in a chair and blindfolded while he held a mystery electronic – a nice long massager.

(How did I end up in this situation!?)

He had set it up, but he still shuddered.

And he couldn’t delay any longer. He switched on he massager and pressed its rapidly-vibrating tip against her right shoulder.

Gently.

“Ahn, hh.”

He very nearly dropped the massager.

Her nasal breath was far too suggestive.

The blindfolded woman shrank down in her chair.

“Um, wait, what was that? I thought you were going to give me a massa- ahn!”

“That’s what I’m doing, so stop making inappropriate noises!”

“What is that buzzing sound? Do you have a giant bug back there?”

Seeing the usually perfect woman twitching and attempting a blindfold quiz was kind of amusing.

Not even that bookseller mama could have known what this object was. And no one could keep their cool when presented with the unknown in a situation like this. Yes, this was her first time. Which wasn’t making this sound any more appropriate, was it!?

And.

Someone stood at the used bookstore’s entrance. The book seller had put the “on break” sign out front, but someone had come in regardless.

It was her daughter, Melehe Superlative.

“Pant, pant. Yagoro? You can go at it rougher if you want. Or are you intentionally making me wait to see how I react?”

Blindfolded and unaware of her daughter’s approach, the woman kept on talking.

From the daughter’s perspective, this would look like a very different kind of “break”.

<span style="font-size:125%">“What in the world do you think you’re doing?”</span>