Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

“So, in short, Beatrice, the maid, took care of you since you were little?”

“Yeah. My parents were often busy with work, so they had no choice but to worry about me.”

“So she must be in her late thirties at the very least now?”

“What?”

In the end, it was decided that my first kiss had been with Beatrice, the maid who had taken care of me since I was little.

It wasn’t a lie. Since I was little, she had often kissed me, saying she couldn’t resist because I was so cute.

Even now, at the age of 18, she had asked me, but I had refused, and because she looked so dejected, I occasionally gave in.

“Listen, Mira. That person is like a mother to you, so it doesn’t count as a first kiss. Never. Got it?”

Brynhild corrected my ‘common sense’ that it didn’t count as a first kiss because it was like a kiss from a mother, and only then did she take a step back.

I could only nod obediently. It was a reasonable statement, but I wondered what the relationship between Brynhild and Beatrice was like.

The day after that incident was the day we had decided to go together to buy a limited-edition dessert. Fortunately, Brynhild seemed to be trying not to mention the incident.

However, the line was ridiculously short.

Due to the incident a while ago, Brynhild’s name had become quite well-known, and people who recognized her voluntarily gave up their place in line.

Even so, we had gone quite early, so there were only about six people ahead of us.

‘Should I be shocked that there were that many people even though we went four hours before opening?’

Moreover, it wasn’t a limited edition that you would miss if you missed it today, and although the daily sales volume was limited, it was still sold every day.

Aria and the other girls who had come with us each held two muffins and were chattering with anticipation. Surprisingly, Brynhild was interested in sweets.

When I asked why, she said that before she was chosen by the Holy Sword, she had been an ordinary country girl, so the sweet snacks she could only eat very occasionally tasted so good.

“And, no woman hates sweets, right?”

“……Yeah?”

We returned to the club room with two muffins each, and a tasting party was held on the spot, led by Rosalia.

‘That’s a lot.’

The strange muffin I hadn’t eaten in a long time was still sweet. It was a natural result since they had put in all kinds of things that gave a sweet taste, such as chocolate, strawberry jam, whipped cream, and marshmallows.

I put it down after one bite because my tongue hurt, but everyone else was eating with sparkling eyes, except for me. Brynhild looked at me as I was eating a slightly blander chocolate for my taste buds.

“Mira, aren’t you eating?”

“It’s too sweet for me. You guys eat my share.”

While I was eating the chocolate that tasted a little blander to my taste buds, Brynhild, who had received the muffin, looked at the bite mark on the surface.

Then, with a rosy blush on her cheeks, she carefully took a bite where I had put my lips.

“……”

Priscilla’s eyes, who had been nibbling on the muffin like a hamster, became slightly cloudy. It was maddening for me, who was watching from the side.

‘Was the impact of the plan too big?’

At least one thing was certain: I couldn’t leave her like this. I reached out and gently stroked Priscilla’s head, changing the subject.

“What do you think, Priscilla? Is it good?”

“It’s sweet, but it’s good.”

I smiled fondly and continued to stroke Priscilla’s head until the muffin was completely eaten, and Priscilla smiled happily throughout.

“……Why are you looking at me like that?”

I looked up at the sudden gaze. The other three were staring at us. Aria chuckled and answered.

“We’re saying we’re envious of Priscilla.”

“When did I say that?!”

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“Are we almost there? It’s been a while since I smelled the outside air.”

Rosalia stretched out with a groan. The sweater, woven with threads that connected the starlight, was rolled up quite a bit, exposing not only her buttocks but also the thin white underwear underneath.

Her breasts, much larger than her head, swayed like waves. Rosalia continued to stretch, emphasizing her breasts, and only when her body was fully relaxed did she adjust her clothes.

Of course, even after adjusting, the thin fabric at the bottom of her buttocks was still exposed due to her posture, but Priscilla, who was next to her, looked disgusted.

“You’re obscene. You’re so vulgar. Are you a pervert? Or do you have exhibitionism? Why do you dress like that?”

“Neither. It’s because I don’t have enough divine power for these clothes, and my body is like this because of the original Rosalia, so what can I do? And the only one who can see me here is Mira, right? I don’t mind showing him everything.”

Rosalia held up her breasts with her arms. Her massive breasts swayed like waves on her forearms. At the same time, her other hand pulled up the hem of her skirt slightly.

Priscilla, who had been disgusted, came and stuck to me. She had been attached to me all the way here, and she didn’t seem to get tired of it. I stroked both of their heads to calm them down.

At first, I had only stroked Priscilla’s head, but Rosalia had complained that she was also a reincarnator, so why wasn’t I stroking her head? So, I ended up stroking both of them.

After a while, I stopped stroking Rosalia’s head. Rosalia tilted her head.

“What’s wrong, why did you stop?”

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Of course. Priscilla is still receiving it.”

“Then don’t stop, keep stroking me……”

“……”

Rosalia glared at me with a jolt and hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. She seemed to be struggling with her pride.

“Do you want me to continue, Priscilla?”

“Yes. Keep stroking me……”

Priscilla nodded with a silly smile.

“See?”

“……Do whatever you want. Stroke or whatever.”

She said that, but she was subtly leaning her head forward. I thought about teasing her a little.

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“What? Hey! Are you joking?! You can’t take back what you’ve given!”

Rosalia hit my arm with a thud. It didn’t hurt at all because her arms were so thin and weak, and there were no muscles.

Rather, her breasts, which swayed with the impact, hurt me more.

“We’ve arrived.”

The carriage stopped as I continued to stroke her head for a while. I got out first and helped Priscilla and Rosalia out.

As the three of us stood on the ground, the coachman, who had been handling the horses like a machine with no emotion, bowed his head and asked.

“As you said, if you come back at noon two days later, that will be fine?”

“That’s fine. Thank you for your hard work.”

“It is my duty as a servant of the Crate family. I will see you in two days.”

After sending off the carriage, I turned to the two girls. Priscilla and Rosalia were looking at a mansion that was as big as a large castle.

One was the daughter of the Agnes Duke family, one of the key figures of the current Empire, and the other had lived in the Pope’s Palace, the epitome of extravagance, so they weren’t too surprised.

“What is this, Mira?”

“My summer mansion.”

“……Summer mansion?”

However, no matter how accustomed they were to luxury, they couldn’t just ignore this answer. Rosalia asked, having noticed something strange in my words.

“To be more specific, it’s an August mansion. I have a mansion and a castle for each season, and I rotate them every month. There are 24 of them combined.”

And if you include the real house in the capital, it’s a total of 25. It was a money-burning extravagance that only the Crate family could do.

Moreover, each building had a separate concept and theme. This mansion, for example, was probably meant to be refreshing.

The mansion, themed after a summer beach, had palm trees and sand from the southern continent brought in to create a beach in the garden.

When I first saw it, I wondered what it was. I couldn’t adapt at first, but I realized that there was nothing I could do about it, so I decided to accept it quietly.

“……Even the Pope’s Palace isn’t like this.”

Rosalia’s mouth hung open. Due to their near-monopoly on the healing methods of this world, the Pope enjoyed all kinds of luxuries, but he had never thought of changing mansions every season.

Then, as if she remembered something, she asked urgently.

“Wait a minute. If this is for August, then you haven’t used it at all so far, right? It’s May now.”

“It’s fine. Beatrice cleaned it up yesterday. It’s fine anyway, since she cleans it thoroughly at least once a week.”

It would cost a fortune just to maintain the 25 mansions and castles so that they could be used at any time, but my parents said it was a small amount of money.

After that, I gave up thinking about the Crate family’s wealth. It was pointless to worry about it.

“……Is the Demon King inside, Mira?”

Priscilla asked in a slightly subdued voice. I nodded.

“She’s a reincarnator like you guys, before she’s the Demon King. Let’s go in. We’ll be waiting for you.”

“Uh, yeah.”

I took Priscilla, who was now stuck to my right arm, and Rosalia, who was still in awe, into the mansion.

I decided to explain the internal structure later and headed straight to the audience room, where I found a guest waiting for us.

“Oh, you’re here. My lord.”

It was Elysier.

Elysier, who had been happy to see me and was about to get up from his seat, stopped when he saw Priscilla and Rosalia on either side of me.

I had told him in advance that I would bring them, but he still felt awkward seeing them in person. After all, Rosalia and Priscilla were as good as dead because of the Demon King.

One had her insides melting and dripping out of her mouth and buttocks due to the absorbed magic, and the other had slowly rotted to death while alive due to the curse she took in Aria place.

“……”

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“……”

Silence filled the room.