Chapter 806: The Ultimate Sis-con! Nibutani Shinka's Infinitely Magnified Suspicion
Nibutani Shinka wasn't the only one suffering a public execution at Rikka's hands.
The eyepatch-wearing girl enthusiastically introduced her club members one by one, proudly declaring their chuunibyou titles to the room with dramatic flair.
"And this is the wielder of the Mjolnir Hammer, Dekomori Sanae!" Rikka announced, gesturing grandly.
A petite girl with brilliant blonde hair and striking blue eyes stepped forward. Despite her fair skin and undeniably cute appearance, her hairstyle was a weapon of mass destruction. Her hair was tied into massive twin-tails, the ends weighted down with heavy, hammer-like objects. With a swift swing of her neck, she could rotate those pigtails like a deadly meteor hammer—her infamous Mjolnir Hammer.
"Hmph, hmph! That's right, I am Dekomori, desu!" she declared, puffing out her chest with absolute pride.
While Nibutani looked ready to curl into a ball and die from secondhand embarrassment, Dekomori felt absolutely no shame. She embraced her title wholeheartedly, completely immune to the social execution taking place. Despite her hardcore chuunibyou delusions, she was actually a top-tier student and the daughter of a wealthy family. However, her 'rich young lady' status felt entirely insignificant after stepping foot into Rikka's current residence.
"Next is our club's Trembling Dark Nightmare User, Kumin Tsuyuri!"
"Um... I'm Kumin Tsuyuri. Please... please take care of me," a short-haired girl murmured. She had a naturally soft, dazed expression, looking as though she might drift off to sleep right there on the carpet. She bowed shyly, clutching her hands together.
"And finally, she is Sophia Ring SP Saturn VII, Shichimiya Satone!" Rikka announced, presenting her last friend.
Shichimiya was slightly taller than Rikka, her vibrant pink hair styled into distinctive twin rings. A black cat hairpin rested in her hair, and a signature pink heart sticker decorated her left cheek. Her outfit screamed 'magical girl'—a heavily modified uniform paired with a monstrously long scarf, a cat-shaped pouch strapped to her waist, and black stockings over short leggings. It was the absolute pinnacle of chuunibyou fashion.
Yet, despite her bold attire, she shrank back slightly under Ren's calm gaze, her usual eccentric energy faltering.
"I-I am Shichimiya Satone! Please take care of me!" she squeaked, bowing stiffly.
"Since you're all Rikka's friends, there's no need to be so tense. Make yourselves at home and play freely," Ren said, his voice warm and entirely welcoming.
He didn't show a single hint of judgment or disdain toward their eccentric chuunibyou antics. His casual acceptance immediately washed away the girls' nervous energy. After all, most adults—parents and guardians alike—couldn't stand the chuunibyou phase. They had all been terrified that Rikka's older brother figure would find them annoying or weird.
Seeing his relaxed smile, they finally let out a collective breath.
"Would you girls like some snacks?" Ren asked, his tone carrying the gentle amusement of someone coaxing a group of children.
Rikka's visible eye instantly sparkled. "The snacks made by the Priestess of the Holy Chef are super delicious!"
"The 'Priestess' is Rikka's older sister. It's just a title she likes to use," Ren clarified patiently, seeing the slight confusion on the guests' faces. "Her sister happens to be an incredibly skilled chef, so her pastries are out of this world."
"Ooh!" The girls nodded in perfect understanding. As fellow chuunibyous, they completely respected the necessity of a cool title.
"I want to eat, desu!" Dekomori's blue eyes practically turned into stars. She was incredibly curious about these legendary snacks Rikka hyped up so much.
Smack!
Nibutani Shinka mercilessly chopped the top of the blonde girl's head.
"Ouch! That hurts! Mori-sama, why did you hit me?!" Dekomori clutched her head, pouting with deep grievance as she glared at the taller girl.
"Mind your manners," Nibutani hissed, glaring daggers at her junior. She quickly turned back to Ren, waving her hands in a panic. "Please, don't go out of your way for us! We don't want to be a bother..."
Her common sense dictated that it was incredibly rude to suddenly demand someone's older sister whip up snacks for unexpected guests. Besides, it wasn't like a fresh batch of pastries was just sitting around waiting for them to arrive, right?
However, reality in this house rarely followed common sense.
From a nearby hallway, a beautiful woman with a ladle in hand suddenly appeared as if she had teleported.
"Hello there. I am Rikka's older sister, Takanashi Toka," she said, offering a flawless, welcoming smile. "I just heard you girls wanted some snacks. I've already finished making them. Would you like to try?"
Nibutani's brain practically blue-screened. A swarm of invisible question marks floated above her head.
What the hell?
Where did this gorgeous woman even come from? From what distance was she eavesdropping to hear their conversation? And most... how on earth did she hear them ask for snacks ten seconds ago, and instantly produce a finished batch?!
The sheer impossibility of the timeline made Nibutani's eye twitch. Her logical mind was spiraling into chaos.
Unfortunately for Nibutani's sanity, Dekomori and the other younger girls didn't possess a single ounce of her critical thinking skills.
"I want to eat, desu!" Dekomori cheered, throwing both hands into the air.
"Then follow me," Toka replied, her smile brightening the room.
These were the first new friends her precious little sister had brought home, after all. In truth, given the monstrous power levels of the women residing in this villa, every single one of them had heard the conversation in the living room with crystal clarity. They simply chose not to intrude.
But Toka, the ultimate sis-con, couldn't hold back her excitement. The moment she heard the word 'snacks,' she had instantly activated her time-manipulation abilities, accelerating her own temporal frame to bake a massive spread of complex pastries in the span of a few seconds, just so she could invite them over.
She didn't care if they were four eccentric chuunibyous. In this household, chuunibyou fantasies had a funny habit of becoming actual reality anyway.
Watching Toka fawn over the guests, Ren could only shake his head in dry amusement. Toka's sis-con tendencies were truly boundless. She was aggressively active when it came to anything involving Rikka. Even during their recent trip to Egypt to 'pull weeds'—a euphemism for eradicating supernatural threats—Toka had desperately tried to take Rikka's place on the front lines to protect her.
Of course, Rikka had viewed that overprotective behavior as a blatant attempt to steal Ren's favor, and had firmly rejected her sister's interference.
As the group moved deeper into the villa, the sheer magnificence and sprawling size of the inner dining hall left the girls wide-eyed once again. However, their awe of the architecture was instantly hijacked by the spread waiting for them on the massive oak table.
Platters of exquisite, vibrantly colored pastries sat perfectly arranged, radiating a warm, buttery aroma that filled the entire room.
Gulp.
Someone swallowed audibly in the quiet room.
Shichimiya fidgeted with her cat pouch, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "C-Can we really eat these?"
The color, the aroma, the sheer artistic presentation of the desserts looked like something out of a three-star Michelin restaurant. It felt entirely too luxurious for a group of high schoolers to casually snack on.
"Of course. I made them especially for you," Toka said warmly, pushing a tiered tray of delicate macarons and warm tarts toward the center of the table.
The girls exchanged a quick, silent glance. As if synchronized by a single hive mind, they all reached out, picked up a pastry, and took a tentative bite.
The moment the warm, flaky crusts crumbled against their tongues, their eyes widened.
"Ooh! Super delicious, desu!" Dekomori practically screamed in admiration, clutching her cheeks. As a rich young lady, she had eaten her fair share of high-end sweets, but she was absolutely certain that nothing she had ever tasted could even hold a candle to Toka's cooking.
Hearing their genuine, unfiltered praise brought a deeply satisfied smile to Toka's face.
She hadn't used any cheap tricks. There were no magical drugs mixed into the batter, nor had she used her supernatural abilities to artificially alter the flavor profile of the food. Instead, she relied purely on her cosmic-level senses—senses capable of perceiving the most minute, atomic details of the universe—combined with her absolute physical control. She carefully processed the freshest ingredients at a microscopic level, naturally drawing out a flavor that shattered the limits of human culinary arts.
The only difference between her food and the dishes made by Nakiri Erina and the other professional chefs in the chat group was that Toka's cooking didn't induce literal, clothing-shredding hallucinations.
"As long as you like it, please eat as much as you want. There is plenty more in the kitchen," Toka offered, resting a hand on her cheek.
"Mhm! Mhm!" Kumin, usually so lethargic, was chewing with surprising speed. She, along with Shichimiya and Dekomori, couldn't stop themselves. They devoured mouthful after mouthful, completely lost in the euphoric taste.
Nibutani Shinka took a delicate bite of a fruit tart, her tastebuds exploding with delight. She was utterly amazed. The desserts were still piping hot, fresh out of the oven, incredibly delicious, and featured over a dozen different varieties.
But as she chewed, her analytical mind kicked into overdrive. It was precisely because of these flawless details that the suspicion in her heart began to magnify infinitely.
She lowered her pastry, her eyes narrowing as she secretly observed Toka's smiling face.
Dozens of pastries. Perfectly baked. Still steaming hot.
How in the world did this woman manage to prep, bake, and plate a royal banquet in the ten seconds between hearing their conversation and walking into the living room?!
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