Chapter 82

“Haaam…”

I stretched and opened the curtains.

Full sunlight poured into the room.

I didn’t look at the clock, but I guess it’s almost noon.

When I opened the door and went out, I saw the back of Phonia’s head sitting on the sofa.

I should sneak up and surprise her…

“Boo!”

“…”

Phonia slowly turned her head and tilted it.

She really doesn’t seem surprised at all.

“Messiah?”

“…Phonia, aren’t you surprised?”

“Not at all.”

“…I see…”

I felt awkward and sat next to Phonia.

“…Huh? Phonia, did you wash your hair? And you tied it up too?”

Phonia got up, washed her hair, and even tied it up herself.

Those ordinary words sounded strange to me.

Phonia even braided her hair by herself, how did she do it?

“…Is that even possible?”

“I’ve imagined it a lot.”

“No, is it possible to do that with just imagination?”

“Yes, practice with imagination.”

Looking again, Phonia’s arm was completely regenerated.

Unbelievable super science!

The System is indeed God.

Her regenerated arm and the back of her hand were very soft.

“…It’ll take a long time to adjust.”

“Hmm? I think I’ve already adjusted.”

Phonia smiled and playfully shook her head.

Phonia, I didn’t know you could smile like that.

I was newly impressed.

“I’ve prepared an offering for Messiah.”

“…An offering?”

Phonia got up and went to the kitchen.

I heard the sound of the gas stove turning on, and soon I smelled seaweed soup.

“I cooked it according to the recipe Messiah taught me.”

Apparently, an offering means something offered to a god.

In Phonia’s unique worldview, I am God.

So, what she offers to me becomes an offering.

“…Phonia did all of this?”

There was a neatly made rolled omelet in the frying pan.

It’s not just made with eggs, but also contains colorful vegetables.

Even I, who has lived alone for a long time, wouldn’t be able to roll it this neatly.

“I’ve imagined it a lot.”

“…Phonia… It hurts my heart more when you say it so casually.”

She’s imagined it a lot.

Doesn’t that mean she’s been diligently practicing in her head things she can’t do with one hand?

Like washing her hair, braiding her hair, and making rolled omelets.

If only I had hands.

How many times a day would she have thought that?

I felt a lump in my throat because of Phonia’s calmness.

Phonia skillfully heated the rolled omelet on a plate and prepared the meal, as if she had lived like this her whole life.

Her usual indifference didn’t come from incompetence.

How great would the frustration be from not being able to do what she can do?

“It’s an offering, Messiah. Please enjoy it.”

“…It’s so delicious!”

“Really?”

Phonia smiled bashfully.

“Yes, it’s the best! What else would be delicious if this isn’t?”

The rolled omelet with ketchup was seasoned just right.

Unlike the visuals, there’s no twist where the taste is a nuclear bomb.

The seaweed soup was also excellent.

I was too busy filling my stomach with food made by someone else for the first time in a while.

“…But, Phonia. Did you come into my room earlier?”

I saw Phonia in my sleep, but I was a little confused if it was a dream.

“No.”

“No? Ah, was it a dream?”

“…”

Phonia smiled.

“You seemed to be sleeping so soundly that I didn’t even go in.”

“Yeah, but Phonia is my girlfriend, so you can come and wake me up anytime.”

I finished my meal.

I was going to do the dishes, but Phonia insisted on doing them.

“I’ll do it.”

“No, no. Phonia, you don’t have to think like that.”

“I wanted to try doing the dishes.”

Phonia said.

At this point, I was confused if she was serious.

Of course, Phonia would always be serious.

“Well, if it’s your first time doing the dishes, you might want to try it. You might get tired of it soon, so should I rely on you until then?”

“You can rest comfortably.”

“I can’t do that. I’ll show you how to do the dishes.”

I put the dishes in the sink.

Phonia, using both hands, was so stable.

Of course, she has a slightly hunched back and limps on one foot.

She’s still a girl with noticeable disabilities, but she looks much better than before.

Her hands are normal, and her eyes are very clear.

Which should I fix next, her back or her foot?

“…Did you imagine this too?”

Somehow, I smell a familiar housewife scent from a girl my age…

Phonia carefully washed the oil and seasoning off the dishes.

“…I have nothing to teach you.”

I put the laundry in the washing machine and came back.

I yawned as I watched Phonia doing the dishes.

“…”

Then I felt a strange emotion.

Phonia was wearing an apron and tightening the waist tie.

Because of that, her breasts and buttocks looked somewhat prominent.

Certainly, Phonia’s figure is not inferior to anyone else’s.

As her disabilities disappear one by one, I start to imagine what’s under her clothes.

I said she’s my girlfriend, but I haven’t even seen Phonia naked yet.

Not even naked, I haven’t even seen her in her underwear.

“…”

I’m having lewd thoughts while looking at Phonia.

I shook my head, but I can’t help but imagine the scene.

I’ve seen a similar composition with one of the heroines from the previous playthrough.

Celia Sorens.

She wasn’t my homeroom Teacher, but she became my homeroom Teacher in this playthrough.

She had a long-term fiancé.

Even though her favorability was high, her sense of ethics was also high, so she wasn’t easily conquered.

Even though she wasn’t my homeroom Teacher, we were still Teacher and student at the same school.

There was a significant age difference between us.

Of course, once I crossed the line, I stayed at her place and had sex all day long.

A mature woman who hasn’t received a man’s thing is very delicious.

I was quite stubborn, as much as I had suffered to conquer her.

I wouldn’t let her answer calls from her fiancé, and I made her cancel appointments.

I want to apologize to her if I meet her again.