Maou na Ore to Fushihime no Yubiwa:Volume 3 Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: Welcome to the Underworld!
And, opening my eyes, before me was a plain of sea… And so we return to the present.
I tried asking about the situation to Iris.
It seems that, once we were swallowed by the mysterious giant fish, we were transported all the way to the Netherworld through a side Abyss Gate that exists under the sea.
… No, If I’m dreaming I want to wake up.
They say that the different Abyss Gates that exist on land, sea and sky have each one their own control post from the IMA to strictly manage them.
Though I’d like to think that all of this was a joke… It seems that the giant fish that swallowed us is a major mean of transport at the Netherworld to cross the underwater Abyss Gate.
From the start, it seems that this was the reason why Iris & Zonmi, having lived at the Netherworld for a long time, didn’t evade the attack of the giant fish.
But then… I still don’t have the feeling of “I came to the Netherworld”. It’s not that my personal image of the netherworld includes things like the “Mountain of Nails”[1] or the “Sea of Blood”[2]. Right now, if we take out part of the scenery[3], it doesn’t seem to be many changes from the human world.
“Then… Where are Zonmi and the rest?”
If my memory serves right… I think both Zonmi and Kyouko were also swallowed by the fish.
Though I could call back Zonmi & Kyouko by summoning if I felt like it… It would be a pain if I left Manami out.
As I tried asking, feeling uneasy, Iris quietly snorted,
“… Thy worries are not required. If it’s them lasses, they are yonder, scrutinizing what bathing suit they shall change into.”
“… Is that so? If everyone is safe, that’s fine.”
That was close.
Had I summoned Zonmi and the rest while they were changing into their swimsuits… I can easily guess what follows.
“About bathing suits… Even though it’s the same what to change into… It seems they largely wanted to cater to thy affections.”
Mumbling unintelligibly, Iris added something.
Where Iris was looking at, there was a shed that seemed to be a beach hut.
… Guessing from her way of talking, do they run a swimsuit rental service on that hut?
“For saying that any one was fine, it seems you’ve chosen a cheekily cute swimsuit.”
“Nu…? Nunu!?”
As I jokingly told that, Iris reacted in a panicked fashion.
“T-thou…!! W-what hallucinations dost thou speak of!?
My choosing of this bathing suit… T-this one was simply the first I put my eyes unto… It certainly has no other meaning…”
“… N-no. I understand. Since I understand. Don’t glare at me like that…”
I wonder why she has denied it so vehemently.
Iris is, after all, a girl of that age (?).
Taking her time choosing her swimsuit… It’s nothing weird.
Rather, I think that would have been the normal thing…
“… Chiharu. Have you finally woken up?”
Along with the sound of the waves came a dignified alto [4] voice.
“Uoh!?”
I unintentionally let out a high pitch cry.
Turning over my head, Zonmi, clad in a swimsuit, was standing next to me.
“O-oniichan. You woke up—♪”
“…’d grief. Till when would you keep sleeping.”
One after another, Kyouko (in a swimsuit) & Manami (in a swimsuit) also rushed to my side.
By the way, while we are at it, I’ll explain what kinds of swimsuits each of them are wearing—
Zonmi and Kyouko are wearing, respectively, a white bikini and a black one.
Zonmi’s swimsuit comes with a classy pareo, the neat feeling fits to a T with Zonmi’s honor student personality.
Kyouko’s swimsuit is a string bikini with the cloth area reduced to the extreme, signs of the efforts to release a bit of sexiness while concealing the body handicaps (like the bust size) can be seen.
About Manami, though it reaches the level of, if possible, no comments… It was a shell bikini made from three shell, on the smallish side (Japanese scallop?), that cover the breast and the nether regions. Deplorable.
“Uffu~n♪ How’s it—? Having taken the trouble of coming to the Netherworld, Manami has turned into a mermaid monster. Graah!! Graah, graah!!”
“…”
Manami mimicked sound was absolutely unlike any ones a mermaid would make.
The usual me would have made a retort in disgust, but… The current me didn’t have that composure.
“… Chiharu? Could it be that you are feeling unwell? In that case… You better rest under that tree’s shadow…”
“…”
“Haru? What’s the matter? Maybe coming to the Underworld has been such a shock—”
“I-it’s not like that, Kyouko-oneechan!? Look again!”
Manami opened her eyes round as if seeing an extremely astounding scene.
“Could it be… It may be the first time seeing this even for Manami… O-oniichan, are you crying for reals!?”
““… What?””
For an instant, Zonmi & Kyouko were left with their mouths agape and face of not knowing what’s what, but as soon as they realized I was, in fact, crying, their countenances clouded.
So.
As soon as I saw these chicks in swimsuits, recalling a trauma of mine, of all things, I started shedding manly tears.
“Say, girls… Could you keep quiet and listen to my story?”
Since, unusual of me, I started to speak in a serious mood, the four girls nodded in silence and waited for my words.
“That… Happened last summer.
Since the holidays were coming to an end without nothing happening, it was intolerable. With Youhei… We both went to the beach on the last day of summer.
On paper, the plan was to pick up girls.
However, let’s think camly about it.
When two dull male high school students whose history without girlfriend = their age, will they succeed in picking up girls?
No, even if they accept the challenge and without fail they suffer honorable defeat, I think that’s still one more page on the bitter memories of youth.
However, you know… What sadly happened was that we weren’t able to call out to a single girl. Without courage, we couldn’t even set foot on the match stage.
And so, you know? I made a promise with Youhei.
‘Next summer, surrounded by girls in swimsuits, we’ll live a rose-colored youth’, we promised.
Yohei… My… Our dream, I realized it.
How I wish you too… Could see this scenery.”
““““…””””
How was it, this trauma of mine deeper than the Mariana trench[5] I’ve presented to you?
Being considerate with the seriousness of the mood (?) all of the girls remained silent.
… Nevertheless, that’s only natural.
Though I’ve come into contact once or twice with the girls’ pasts, this is the first time I talk about mine of my own volition with my own words.
“Hehe! My bad… Getting all melancholic over such a thing… Forget what I just said.”
Like that, putting an end to it with what I reckon are the coolest words, I suddenly noticed.
Looking at them, contrary to my expectations—.
“… Erm, excuse me. I don’t know how do I have to react before such an unfunny story told with a serious face…”
“… How do I put it, where was the emotive part in the story just now?”
“Oniichan, learn to read the mood…”
“What a folly, monster tamer…”
“Uh… wha…”
I’ve been told as they liked.
*GRRR* These wenches don’t understand.
The feelings of two male highschoolers who went to the beach trying to pick up girls, didn’t have to courage to call up to them and ended up without no other choice to spend the time but picking up jellyfish that were washed ashore inside a vinyl bag (true story).
“Well… Saying it with simple words, your swimsuits are excessively cute and the best. These are tears of joy.”
“…”
This is bad. Could it be I’ve dug my grave deeper?
The girls have once again become silent and have hung her heads down.
So it seems.
I may have talked without mincing words a little too much.
“… Moron. If it’s like that, don’t start talking nonsense…”
With her cheeks very red, the words of the sighing Kyouko cruelly resounded in my ears.
“I see. Exactly as rumored, a true ladykiller.”
“!?”
The one who suddenly intruded in our conversation was none other than the responsible of having brought us to the Netherworld just a while ago.
The young woman in maid clothes.
However, different from before, she had changed into a racing swimsuit.
… How weird.
Speaking of racing swimsuits with their low exposure, despite, if pushed, I’d say they give a plain image, worn by this person it’s charmingly sexy.
As I expected, is it because of her breasts? Is it due to her breasts?
“Excuse my late introduction. My name is Lilith.
I’m the succubus Lilith Artemisia.
Chiharu-sama. Firstly let me beg for forgiveness for my rudeness from a while ago. Excuse me.”
Why is it.
Certainly, it’s obvious that you should speak humbly when asking for forgiveness, but…
Is this what’s known as ‘businesslike’? In any case, I don’t think that her words are only a front.
“Chiharu. You don’t need to be so vigilant. It seems that that was her nature from the start.”
“… Is she trustworthy?”
“That… I also don’t know. However, at least it seems she hasn’t brought harm to us.”
“… Understood.”
I don’t know what has happened, but it seems that while I was out they discussed something.
“well, then, as originally agreed, I’ll borrow Chiharu-sama. Since I think it will take a while, you can go ahead and enjoy the beach for an hour.”
“Comprehended. Take care of that master of mine… No, of ours, I sincerely beg you.”
“…”
Somehow, now it seems I have to try asking Lilith-san about the circumstances.
With this and that, I—.
Guided by Lilith-san, my feet brought me to the cabin that Zonmi and the girls seemingly used to change clothes.
The beach house (?) Lilith-san brought me to, as it displays a great variety of swimsuits, it seems that, as I thought, runs a swimsuit rental service.
Other than swimsuits, as it has facilities like lockers or shower rooms, here too, the standard structure doesn’t seem to be very different to a beach house from the human world.
The only thing that feels different, perhaps that there’s absolutely no one inside the cottage?
It’s only natural that I worry about that, but this shop’s management, how do they organize this?
Harboring this doubt, I entered the cabin alone with Lilith, and sand.
“What’s the matter? Could you please stop doing nothing but looking at my breasts? Want me to kill you?
“… Wha-what?”
Totally puzzled, what I received was a merciless threat that puts a stop to my thoughts from the girl over there.
“Could it be, do you think I didn’t notice?
Men are really the lowest. With the excuse that that’s part of my work, they ogle my breasts as if licking all over them…”
“…”
Eh… Wha…
What the heck?
This girl… The moment we were alone, it seems her mood has so questionably changed into this.
“Aah, I forgot saying that I’m bad with all ♂ [male] beings… Rather, they are what I hate most in the world. For that reason, when talking to a man, I end up behaving somewhat rude. Excuse me.”
“…”
I see.
References and Translation Notes
- ↑ A mountain with nails or spikes where repentants sit over to meditate, suffer and pay for their sins that supposedly exists in Hell according to Japanese Buddhist mythology.
- ↑ Just that. It’s also a main spot of Japanese Hell.
- ↑ I suppose he talks about the body-builder gulls.
- ↑ Kind of voice lower than mezzosoprano and higher than tenor. Known as contralto when referring to female and child voices, it’s the lowest pitch a woman can have (bar exceptional cases due to natural or artificial hormone disorders).
- ↑ A submarine trench, 1,580 miles in length and with an average width of 43 miles, located near the Mariana Islands (the most known of them is Guam), halfway between Japan and Papua-New Guinea; it has the deepest known spot in Earth, Challenger Deep (30,069±131 ft; error mainly due to the magnitude of the measure plus differences in the tide level) and a non-confirmed deeper point of 6.85 miles.
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