Long purple hair that reaches down to her butt, green extensions worked in as an accent, and her bangs are long enough to hide one eye-a woman.
White… pale skin, with a green swimsuit that stands out against it.
The vibe is a little different from the other cast members so far…
Souta felt the illusion that the air around her was cold.
”Hi there, Souta! Like, nice to meet you, I’m Shino,” she said.
Her oddly drawn-out way of talking freed Souta’s mind from how on guard he’d been.
Instinctively he felt something like the same fear he’d felt with Iku, but he had no choice but to figure it was just his imagination.
”Oh, you’re Shino. Nice to meet you,” Souta said.
Shino, like the others, spread both arms wide and went for a hug to welcome him.
Souta’s eyes naturally went to the valley made by the full twin hills, except for a few of the cast members. Shino’s H-cups squished from the hug, and Souta’s nose was stretching out more than usual.
After finishing this store’s special greeting, cheek touching cheek, the H-cups pulled away from Souta right away.
”Call on me anytime, like, okay?” Shino said.
”Huh? You’re leaving already?” Souta said.
Shino’s goodbye was more half-hearted than he expected.
She kept the same smile she’d had since they met and said goodbye to Souta without a hint of guilt.
”I get it, like, totally. But my Fana is here, so see you later!” Shino said.
He wanted to press her on whether she really got it, but even if he asked, it was clearer than fire that she’d just brush it off.
More than that, Souta tilted his head alone at another word he didn’t know.
Something pressed right up against his defenseless neck from behind.
”One sees a face asking, ‘What’s my Fana?’” a voice whispered.
The owner of the voice ran her lips along Souta’s neck without giving off any presence at all.
Souta had gotten used to this store by now, but this first-time welcome just left him confused.
”And you are?” Souta asked.
Without even trying to look at her face, Souta asked the voice’s owner for her name.
He didn’t feel the killing intent like Iku, or the cold presence like Shino.
Just from that, he could tell there was no danger to himself.
”I am Arka. Pleasure to meet you, Souta,” Arka said.
She introduced herself in a high-pitched voice that didn’t match her slow way of talking.
”Such a tasty neck… might one take a small bite?” she added.
”Eep? B-bite?” Souta stammered.
Too hasty. His danger gauge was shooting up fast enough to peg the needle.
Since she didn’t move right away, he had a little time, but Arka, the voice’s owner, offered her next suggestion, a compromise.
”One shall merely nibble, yes?” Arka suggested.
”Nah, Arka. You know bitein’ a Fana is off limits, right?” a new voice chimed in.
Another cast member appearing one after another.
He still couldn’t see Arka, but Souta looked up at the person in front of him who’d stepped in to break it up.
A lower body he remembered, the same form as the person who’d planted fear in him, Iku.
Right at the crotch area it turned into a giant snake tail, and if anything, her lower half, her rear, looked fuller than Iku’s, and her upper half had a great figure, the kind where what’s there is really there.
Her hair was like a fluffy perm, pink and very thick, that was the impression he got.
Her made-up smile was soft, the kind that gives you a feeling of safety.
The soft lips pressed to his neck, and the pointed tips, probably fangs, that had been pressed against him pulled away.
”Merely jesting, of course. Right, Souta?” Arka chuckled.
With that, Arka hugged Souta from behind, finishing the greeting with a so-called back hug.
At the same time, Arka’s presence vanished in an instant just like when she appeared, and she was gone from Souta’s side.
When Souta turned around to try to get one look at her, the Arka he could barely make out was small compared to the other cast members, and he could tell her figure was the type where nothing much was there.
”Arka always says that ‘n runs off… Oh, my bad. I’m Mia,” Mia said.
There’d been an irregular one, but Souta was getting his calm back with the usual greeting.
With full twin hills that didn’t lose to Shino’s H-cups, Souta swallowed hard as cheek met cheek.
”Mia, nice to meet you,” Souta said.
Honestly, he’d picked up the habit of repeating names during greetings, but he’d already forgotten most of the cast members’ names.
The only ones sticking in Souta’s mind right now were Eruna and Mio.
”She looks the same as that girl,” Souta said.
He asked while pointing at Iku, who was visible a little ways off.
Of course, he didn’t remember Iku’s name.
”Oh, that’s Iku. Look like me, but we ain’t the same. She’s a Naga ‘n I’m a Lamia,” Mia explained.
Hair color, tail color, and the vibe she gave off.
Even if they looked alike, they seemed like completely different people.
”Is that a race?” Souta asked.
”For a first-timer you know your stuff. You look all this up?” Mia asked.
Mia asked Souta a question back while giving off a fluffy, floaty vibe.
”No, it’s just ’cause I like it. That fantasy stuff,” Souta said.
Souta couldn’t help but blush at how impressed she sounded.
Mia wiggled her body as she came close to Souta, skillfully wrapped her tail around his body, and while twirling her own hair around her finger, she crept closer.
”Heh, big sis is feelin’ a guy like you. Mind if I kick it with you?” Mia asked.
For Souta, who’d figured the usual thing was that everyone went off somewhere after greetings, chance time had arrived.
To him, the option of turning this down was useless.
”Oh, yeah,” Souta replied.
As Souta answered with just two words, Mia’s tail wiggled and crawled along his body.
It felt rough, but strangely he didn’t mind it.
It was like the feeling of a clingy woman running her fingers over your skin.
Trivia:
- Souta instinctively compares every new cast member’s threat level to Iku and Shino, showing how much the first encounter with Iku shaped his survival instincts in this club.
- Arka’s ability to appear and vanish without any presence suggests she may be a ghost-type or stealth-type fantasy being, unlike the physical Naga and Lamia.
- Mia’s tail wrapping around Souta is described as rough but not unpleasant, hinting that Lamia tails have a texture that mimics affectionate human touch.