I walk out of the classroom with a pep in my step. After all, I hadn't expected to get a handy from the maid. It was unexpected but not unappreciated, especially as her odd clinical demeanor somehow made the experience extremely erotic and much more enjoyable than a normal handjob.
Making a mess of her gloves was fun too. Seeing a prim and proper maid's clean white gloves getting soiled by goblin dick was oddly arousing. I couldn't wait to do it again and maybe make a bigger mess of them.
While the handjob was nice, I still found it weird how she measured and took pictures of my junk. I had the feeling that it would be a common occurrence because of that. Maybe she was keeping a scrapbook? Is that a thing devils do? Or was it just Grayfia… maybe it's just her since she already has the weird maid thing.
I didn't mind if I was being honest. If the beautiful maid wanted to get her rocks off by involving me in her weird kinks, more power to her.
Especially if things escalate as that would be great. Hell, even if it's just handjobs, I'd be okay with it.
Who says no to free handjobs, after all?
Apart from the handjob, the lesson went… alright. Seeing all the preschool stuff sort of freaked me out at first but I grew resigned to my fate of learning from the beginning.
I still sort of hoped she would skip ahead in my education due to my performance today. I don't think I could handle preschool education for long before I go mad.
So lost in my thoughts, I realized I was, in fact… lost.
This castle was too damn big, and my legs were too damn short.
Well, guess I will just ping Rias through our bond.
That just reminded me that all last night, she played around with it, sending me a general impression of her feelings and me sending my own. The care and affection she felt toward me were… nice. It made me want to protect her smile all the more.
Although I could have done without her summoning me to her arms whenever she got a chance. She had real fun with that. I, however, kept getting dizzy from it.
The hugs were nice, though.
But I need her help at the moment, given I am lost, so with a tug, I send her a ping.
Help, lost.
She replied nearly instantly, and by that, I meant I was teleported into her arms not a second later.
With a now familiar lurch, I was now looking up at the smiling face of my master.
"Gobugobu! How was your lesson with Grayfia Nee-chan?" asked the adorable redhead.
I gave her a thumbs-up, and she nodded proudly.
"That's great. I finished my lessons too, and that means I have free time. Do you know what that means, Gobugobu?"
No, no, I did not, Rias, but I had a feeling. The dreaded playtime. I can already see it. Tea parties, dress-up, and other children's games would plague my future.
I would put up with it to the best of my ability.
She then said with sparkling eyes, "That means I can read my manga!"
Oh, that's not that bad… wait, did she say manga?
Seeing my confusion, she gained an excited look, "That's right, you don't know about manga!"
No Rias, I did, in fact, know about manga. For one, I knew that it shouldn't exist here! Because I assumed I got reincarnated into a fantasy world!
…Well, maybe I wasn't the only one who got reincarnated, and some otaku decided to spread the wonder that was manga in this world. That's a common trope in isekai.
Rias then ran to her closet, dragged out a box, and proceeded to lift out a well-worn but obviously loved book.
… that isn't a cheap reproduction; that is just straight-up DragonBall!
Rias shook giddily as she held the manga closer to me, "This one is one of my favorites! It was the first one I got when I went to Japan with my papa!"
One... that is an adorable sight that I will cherish for the rest of my days. Second, what kind of world am I living in? This isn't the isekai fantasy world I was expecting. Rather it's an urban fantasy!
Which is preferable, if I'm being honest. Because that means that all the creature comforts I had grown used to exist… or will exist. I don't know what year it is.
I was broken out of my thoughts by Rias poking me in the cheek.
"Were you so amazed by Dragon Ball that you were stunned, Gobugobu?"
I nod because that was sort of true.
She then chuckled, "Hehehe, then why don't I read it to you? It will be fun!"
You know what? I could go for some Dragon Ball right about now. I nod and we get comfortable on Rias' bed.
As she was about to hop on the bed, she froze, "Oh! One more thing!"
My cute master then proceeded to drop a pile of snacks on the bed, "Can't read without some snacks, after all!"
Some were very familiar, such as the pocky and ramune. Just seeing those two together gave me flashbacks to the early 2000s.
Wait. Dragon Ball, pocky, ramune. Those three combined mean one thing. I'm probably in the early 2000s again.
… Do I get to live in that golden age once more?
So lost in my memories of the wondrous cringe that was the early 2000s I barely notice that Rias grabbed a bottle of Ramune and blew on it with a literal frosty breath, "There nice and cold! I'm glad Serafall taught me that trick!"
She then handed it to me, "Here have some Gobugobu, it's super good!"
I grabbed the chilled bottle, and Rias looked a bit sheepish not a second later, "Ah! You don't know how to open it, right? Let me see real quick."
She took the cap, and with a *Pop* she opened it. She handed the now-open bottle of soda to me, and I took a sip of that nostalgic lemon-lime flavor. I almost wanted to cry.
Rias took my almost rapturous nostalgia as a sign that I liked it and declared, "Alright! Since we have snacks, that means we can start!"
She grabbed the first volume of Dragon Ball and, with a cheery voice, announced, "Chapter one, Bloomers and the Monkey King!"
And that is how we spent the afternoon reading manga and munching on Rias' stash of Japanese snacks.
It was refreshing, and I needed it more than I thought. Doing such a normal thing let me truly relax for the first time since I was reborn.
No running for my life, no trying to survive a forest that's out to get me, no weird magic or devil shenanigans.
Just me and a cute girl reading some manga and eating snacks.
The entire thing also made me realize one thing.
My master is a Weeb.