04 Geisha

"This is Miss Chie Rii, a top-tier geisha from our country's famous Mile House," Yuriko explained from the side.

Sherlock looked at the two women standing together and found their contrasting styles oddly intriguing. Yuriko possessed the chic, professional allure of a powerful woman, while Chie Rii exuded a charm so deeply ingrained in her bones that her mere presence felt like a lethal poison to any man.

Huh? Even Sherlock was slightly confused as to why the other party would bring a popular geisha from the Japanese magical community here. If it were that kind of arrangement... even Sherlock had to admit that, at twelve years old, he hadn't developed enough to play games with women.

Yuriko gestured for Sherlock to sit behind a low dining table, then began pulling exquisite dishes from a food box in the room until the table was overflowing. It was clear that the box had been enchanted; otherwise, it would have been impossible to fit so many items inside.

"Japanese sake is considered a top-tier delicacy internationally."

"I'm still too young to drink. Besides, there should be laws in Japan prohibiting minors from consuming alcohol, right?"

"This has been specially treated with magic. It leaves only the fragrance and sweetness of wine on the tongue without a drop of alcohol. You won't get drunk no matter how much you drink; it's as refreshing and heart-warming as sweet mountain spring water."

Sherlock nodded slowly. The table was spread with delicate Japanese cuisine: peeled crab meat arranged on elegant plates with various vegetables as garnish, fresh sashimi, and a small portion of sushi, making Sherlock's lips twitch slightly.

Miss Chie Rii then signaled the purpose of her visit. Standing before a folding screen painted with a landscape of mountains and sky, she began to display the grace of Japanese song and dance. Nearby, instruments played themselves, strings plucked without hands, and woodwinds hummed without a player.

Seeing that Chie Rii was merely dancing, Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, as she began to sing in a soft, low voice, the melodious sound proved even more intoxicating than the sake.

The beautiful woman's dance and her enchanting voice were more satisfying than the world's finest food or the best wine. At this moment, even the greatest literary master in the world could not have put into words the profound sense of comfort Sherlock was experiencing.

Yuriko sat beside him like a handmaiden, pouring sake for him. Halfway through Chie Rii's performance, she removed her outer coat. Her white, slightly translucent camisole revealed a black bra embroidered with gold silk threads, and her high, firm breasts heaved with every breath she took.

Most importantly, the camisole Yuriko wore was fastened with only four buttons, leaving the deep valley of her neckline and the front of her bra half-exposed.

Yuriko seemed completely oblivious as she continued to pour sake for Sherlock, whose eyes darted back and forth between Chie Rii dancing in front and the exposed skin of Yuriko beside him.

Eventually, Yuriko began to drink the sake as well, but she used Sherlock's cup—or rather, there was only one cup on the table.

After Yuriko drank from it without regard for Sherlock's feelings, she refilled it for him. Sherlock held the cup, looking at the red lipstick stain and the lingering scent of the woman's mouth left upon the rim.

He figured this must be the hospitality of Japanese women, so he drank the sake without further concern.

A moment later, as Chie Rii reached the final section of her dance, she began to loosen her yukata. She let the garment slide down her body, holding it in place for a few minutes before finally revealing her completely naked form to Sherlock. She continued to dance with calm composure until the performance ended and she collapsed gracefully to the floor.

Sherlock assumed that was the final move of the dance; it couldn't possibly be that she had just collapsed from exhaustion.

Once the dance concluded, Chie Rii sat naturally beside Sherlock. Completely unclad, she let two strands of her wine-red hair fall over her chest, covering her rosy peaks.

At this moment, Sherlock was flanked by two beautiful women.

Chie Rii found Sherlock's shy, agitated, and slightly timid boyish reaction amusing. She reached out, took his cup, and poured the sake onto her collarbone, letting the liquid pool in the small hollow of her skin.

Chie Rii lifted her hair, waiting for Sherlock to take the next step. From the side, Yuriko giggled, "Mr. Sherlock, you must drink! Not drinking would be a sign of disrespect to Miss Chie Rii."

Sherlock had no choice but to lean in and sip the sake from Chie Rii's collarbone. As his tongue touched her fair skin, Chie Rii let out a soft moan, prompting Sherlock to curse her as a literal poison in his heart.

Sherlock assumed that serving guests while unclothed might simply be the custom for Japanese geishas; he didn't know any better. It was only during their casual conversation that Chie Rii revealed she was a Squib.

In other words, Chie Rii's parents were both wizards, but she possessed no magical power herself, living as an ordinary person in a wizarding family.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Yuriko removed her remaining clothing—a black bra—as they approached the indoor hot spring, and stepped inside.

Chie Rii pulled Sherlock into the hot spring, even helping to remove his clothes before dragging him in. Yuriko soaked beside him, while Chie Rii pressed her entire body against him, skin touching skin.

Nearby, Sherlock could almost reach out and touch Yuriko's smooth skin.

"Young Master Sherlock, you are a clever man. As long as you listen to me, I will do whatever you want!"

So... I planned on breaking the Confundus Charm on Yuriko from the very beginning, but I figured, why not take advantage of the situation since it's here!

"How did you know..."

Chie Rii wore a look of panic, tinged with anger, because when she had gasped in surprise a moment ago, the little bastard had grabbed her lower half. It was infuriating; no man had ever touched her private areas before, never.

Sherlock laughed. "No one is stupid enough to leave adult magazines lying around in a guest's room."

Chie Rii snorted, stepped out of the hot spring, and put on her yukata. As she left, she said to Sherlock, "Young Master Sherlock, you are a clever man, but the Japanese magical world is very chaotic."

"I was born during the time when Voldemort was in power. The European magical world was extremely cruel back then. Japan's mere chaos is nothing to a child born in such a brutal era of magic."

Chie Rii snorted and left.

Sherlock snapped his fingers at Yuriko, dispelling the effects of the Confundus Charm, and then cast a Sleeping Charm. She slumped over onto Sherlock. Feeling the beauty in his arms, he sighed at the misfortune of being a child.

Sherlock snapped his fingers again, and the book on the history of Japanese magic flew into his hand. Embracing a beauty while soaking in a hot spring and reading—what a delightful way to spend the time.