Lonely Attack on the Different World (WN)

With graceful, gliding steps and dance-like footwork, her mini-skirt flutters and sways. Beyond the countless gleaming arcs of blades lies a rondo of thighs. Slipping through thousands of slashes, parrying billions of strikes, I stare intently. Drawing on everything I've learned, bundling together every ability I've ever gained, I pour my entire being into this one purpose, staring. With absolute focus pushed to its limit, in this slow-motion world of infinitely-stretched time, I take in those swaying thighs with full view. I don't miss a single thing, not even a millimeter. Using 『Rajingan』 I observe everything from every angle within this space. This is a world only made possible by the highest degree of concentration, allowing to perceive everything in this infinitely stretched moment. Dodging relentless attacks of two Dungeon Emperors, the greatest trial this world has to offer, I continue to stare unwaveringly at the Cheerleaders' thighs.

That accelerated cognition, stacked to the utmost extreme, came to an abrupt end the moment it exceeded its limit, and then I got my ass kicked.

「「Excellent, concentration. But, your stare, was perverse!」」

Apparently it was perverse? The problem must be with『Rajingan』. Of course, everything was perfectly preserved by 『Rajingan』 but real thighs are a different category altogether! And being praised by Armored Pres-san is rare, it must mean I held out well enough. Looks like I can use『Kyojitsu』again. Now the only issue is how to reach that same peak concentration against monsters? Watching them doesn't do anything for me, you know?

「Welcome back~. Hungry? Well, it's a little early, but should we eat? Or would you like some beatings? No matter how much you burn it off, you keep over-eating, so you'll never escape the cycle of eternal excess, a sansara of nonstop calorie intake in the endless hell of calorie burning, but if you'll get beaten like hell, fat-san will be purified, body, mind all shaped up! Thighs too? Would be a sight to see? Or rather, that's what I'd like to see? A lot, actually!」

「「「We're home, wait, why are there cheerleaders!? I want it too!」」」

I'd already sensed that the Pres group had returned to the inn and were watching the training session. I just didn't have the capacity to shift my focus to them. Even in that state of extreme concentration, I was still aware of everything happening around me. I was already at my limit trying to handle just four thighs, and then they suddenly added forty more, my cognitive capacity exploded. With the intrusion of the plump, snugly-fitted Spats Girls, I hit the boundary of consciousness itself! This must've been a trial meant to test the limits of a Highschool Boy. No Highschool Boy could possibly handle this! If there were a Highschool Boy who could fight while registering forty-four luscious thighs and twenty-two tight hip lines, then that's the real issue. A heresy (BL) trial would have to be convened.

The girls seem to be planning to do a quick one-more-set before dinner, while I was busy dodging a wide-angle, multi-directional simultaneous assault from Orphans Launcher. One after another, the Orphans returned from their daily tasks, shouting 「We're hoome!」 and joining the Launcher onslaught. My feet were swarmed with toddlers, and the air above was filled with airborne Orphans in a frenzy of gleeful chaos as I tried to prepare dinner. The caretakers were off doing their 「one more set」leaving me in a hopeless, unsupported, never-ending battle. Hah, facing this every day, there's no way a few dungeon doggies could ever manage to bite me.

The Geeks and Idiots, who had previously been the targets of the Orphans, took advantage of their attention shifting to me and made their escape. They always end up getting trampled and buried under the high-velocity flying Orphans since they tend to catch them head on. I'd already taught the Orphans girls: 「The Geeks are dangerous, don't touch or approach them」So the boys target the Geeks, while the girls mob the Idiots. And once I show up, I get locked on and bombarded by both factions. Before dinner, I can't even use Cookie Chaff, so it's absolute mayhem.

「「「「Itadakimasu.」」」」

With everyone gathered, we finally sat down for dinner. It's chaotic and noisy and overwhelming, but if they're full of life again, that's all that matters. They no longer have those frightened or cautious looks in their eyes. Now they're just kids, faces glowing, eyes sparkling, stuffing their cheeks with food. The one-more-set people are about to go into another loop of 「Re:One-More-Set」 hell. Doesn't seem like they'll be escaping anytime soon.

I was a little unsure how the people of this world would take it, but the sweet-and-sour pork was a big hit. The mountain of dumplings is also vanishing at an alarming pace… Eventually, the Idiots gave up on using chopsticks entirely and switched to scooping with shovels, dumping them into buckets. Is that actually clever? Or are they regressing after all? Either way, Pres-sama was glaring and will probably handle table manners discipline later.

At last, the extra mountain of meat dumplings vanished too. Pres-san, who handles the grocery budget, was holding her head in despair, but desserts were being stockpiled into a massive heap… Looks like there's no end-of-days (Ragnarok) for the One More Set people.

After getting out of the bath and returning to my room, I found the culture club girls already waiting for me. But why are even the quiet, demure culture club girls all chosen bikinis? Is this a trend in this world now? But this world didn't have a concept of swimwear to begin with?

Their bodies had definitely toned up compared to before, becoming more defined and fit, but they still retained that delicate slenderness. Shy facial features and reserved personalities, yet so shameless in exploiting others to get what they want!

「「「Please make bikinis that will make our figures look better!」」」

「You're really keen to break the laws of physics! And you are pushing that problem on me at full power!」

What kind of logic leads someone to believe that simply wearing a bikini can somehow improve their body shape?

「At the very least, if it were a one-piece type, we could do waist compression, hip lift, or bust shaping with some clever contouring. But with a bikini? What am I supposed to do with all the parts that are already exposed?」

「「「Do something! We want to wear bikinis, but everyone around are looking way too good!」」」

Thanks to their endless one more set routines, their bodies were now lean and healthily toned. Even compared to the other girls, their physiques didn't fall short, they have well-balanced, attractive proportions. They were originally good-looking enough to be placed in that class full of beauties, and their figures absolutely weren't bad to begin with. But now, surrounded by nice-bodied high school girls, they'd developed a complex about it, and they were clearly planning to make me solve it!

「…Well, since you're slender, visually it's not impossible. But that would mean going high-leg to make the legs look longer, low-rise to emphasize the waist curve, and using a bra that spreads wide at the top to draw the viewer's eye side-to-side and create the impression of a wider bust. But that would require making the top much wider than your actual bust and cutting it aggressively open in the middle, it's going to end up being a super daring design. Pretty lewd, huh?」

「「「Please do just that! Make us look great, even if it's lewd!」」」

Well, since they are asking for it themselves, it's kind of can't be helped, but if it ends up having as much of an impact as I expect, let's copy the design for Armored Pres-san and Dancing Girl-san. They have absolutely no need of improving their figures, but making these should be pretty fun in its own way. It definitely would lead to a busy night of soaking, wetting, observing, and stripping, but it can be said that it is an unavoidable Fate of Highschool Boy. It's high leg after all?

In the end, the new design required redraws, and new measurements, and due to how risky it was, the tentacle-san had to assist Magic Hands with some very risky Magic Hands measuring and tentacle fine-tuning. It's a bit of a problem when they scream, it disturbs the neighbors, but silent screams are pretty surreal too. Their faces are frozen mid-scream, eyes rolled back white, no voice coming out, tongue lolling out, basically, that expression a high school girl should never show in public. But since my eyes are closed, technically no one's seeing it? Of course, there's no need to mention the two designated blindfold assistants currently struggling from both sides to pry those eyes open. I mean, they're pulling, you know?

「Um, we're on the brink of a total wipe here, but is the strangely quiet Librarian really alright with this design? It's not too late to change it, and I could add some tweaks if there is anything you'd want?」