Morning.
The moment I wake, a sweet fragrance assaults my nose.
Bleary-eyed and scratching my head, I sigh at the cause: the assembled women.
“Drowning in a sea of perfume”… so this is what that means.
I surveyed the princesses sleeping soundly in their sexy underwear and smiled, wry.
See — yesterday, Arisa came back from town with perfume and lingerie.
And hand THAT to this crowd, and the me-too-me-too cascade goes exactly as catastrophically as you’d predict.
“Maria’s perfume is stronger than mine~ give me MORE~”
—per Sonya, queen of the palm-top rabbits.
“Sonya is the CUTE type. Perfume doesn’t suit her at all.”
—per Maria, succubus.
“Precisely. These belong on demon-realm nobility such as Maria and myself…”
—per Ouroboros, maid.
“Big sisters! When Boku gets BIG, Boku’s sexy dynamite too, you know!”
—per Katia, dwarf child.
“Tatsuya-san? Just because my character’s low-key doesn’t mean you get to forget me, okay?”
—per Mayu, transfer high schooler (twenty).
“Perfume… hm. Elves avoid it — a liability when hunting — but for the NIGHT, this is a fine thing indeed.”
—that’s the elf queen, making a rare appearance.
“I partake not in the nightly debauchery, but… mm. Nostalgic, perfume.”
—nodding sagely: the Demon Lord.
Who, for the record, is the one non-wife present.
“Well?! Souvenirs from my business trip! GRATITUDE, please!”
—and that’s fox-eared Arisa…
Yes. There are too many characters. I’m aware.
And every one of them is flavor turned up to eleven — which is how Mayu, the girl sustaining the miracle setting of “high schooler (twenty),” somehow ends up the LOW-KEY one… Anyway.
So last night, everyone raced to out-perfume everyone else, and we emptied not one but TWO bottles.
Mayu and Arisa repeated “a dab is all you need, okay?” and “it ain’t a MORE-is-better situation!” many, many times — but Sonya is a certified airhead and could not be stopped, and the rest of the roster is fundamentally muscle-brained, so they followed her straight off the cliff.
Specifically: Sonya weaponized the atomizer like a water pistol and started spraying everyone as a prank, Ouroboros escalated in retaliation… and the Perfume Festival passed beyond all containment.
Then, as I recall, came drinks and a sexy-lingerie fashion show, at which point Cornelia read the room and went home…
Then they forced me into sexy briefs… and then they pounced…
—Hence the current perfume-ocean disaster zone.
The air is thick enough to chew, and cloyingly sweet.
Wincing, I opened the window — and locked eyes with the Fenrir we recently adopted as a guard dog.
He sniffed the air once — “KYAIIIN!” — and fled, tail between his legs, actually crying.
“Is the perfume really THAT bad?”
I sniffed myself. Strong, definitely, but surely not THAT—
…Wait. If I can still smell it on myself a FULL NIGHT later, that’s objectively severe, isn’t it?
Right. Nothing for it — all hands to the bath, first thing this morning.
☆★☆★☆★
I had Atomu-kun heat up the drum-can bath.
I got in first — and a still-half-asleep Sonya spotted me, shed her clothes, and made a beeline—
—CANNONBALL. Directly into the drum-can bath.
She then coiled herself around my right arm, in the water.
“Oi oi — Atomu-kun might still be around here somewhere? What if he sees you?”
“Atomu can look all he wants~. He’s basically family~”
“Eh? He’s ALLOWED to look?!”
“Ehh~? Tatsuya, would YOU be embarrassed if the pet Fenrir watched you bathe~?”
Ahh. I see.
THAT vector of “family.”
“The Atomu-kun treatment in this house is genuinely brutal.”
“No no, everyone adores Atomu~”
“As a PET, you mean?”
“He’s a very cute pet, so it’s fine~”
If Atomu-kun ever hears this conversation, the boy will cry.
He’s a good kid at the end of the day, and he worships the ground I walk on.
I am hereby resolved: Atomu-kun WILL find happiness. On my honor.
“Tatsuya-bro! I’m not around most days, so I got PRIORITY cuddling rights — we AGREED!”
In came Arisa, cheeks puffed—
“I shall wash your back.”
In came Maria—
“Is the water temperature to your liking, Master?”
In came Ouroboros—
—and so on, and so on, as one by one the entire roster climbed into the drum-can bath.
“A CROWD THIS SIZE DOES NOT FIT IN A BATH THIS SIZE, YOU MANIACS!”
I screamed it, and my scream had exactly the effect on these women that it always does: none.
…And then we all had a very energetic morning together in the drum-can bath anyway.
・Announcement from the author
And with that, the web version is complete!
The comic version is also going strong. If it clears the renewal threshold, I’ll likely be asked to “prepare continuation scenario material” beyond the web version — so the comic may well continue past this point.
Volume 2 of the comic also comes with the nipple coupon duly issued, for those interested. (On Manga UP! they’re hidden under black nori censor bars — in the volumes, the nori comes off.)
Also, a new work has begun — a story so stupendously dumb you can read it with your brain fully unplugged. Same concept as Fluffy Farmer: ero × slow life, same reading texture.
Title: Slow Life in the World of an Eroge The Party-Animal College Kids I Was Isekai’d With Threw Me Out, So I Became Invincible on the Frontier and Got Friendly with the TRUE Heroines