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Soda Sis: Chapter 2 The Blessed Bosoms of the Holy Mothers

 

Another fine day today.

Not that the sun is actually smiling or anything, and since I haven’t even seen a dog yet, I can’t say whether puppies smile either.

…Though if they did, that’d be kind of terrifying.

One of the maid girls is humming while cleaning the window.
She’s got her back to me, so I can’t see her expression, but the way she sways her head and hair from side to side while she sings—she’s clearly enjoying herself.
She’s probably smiling.

She’s wiping even the corners and window sashes with meticulous care.
And she does this every day.

Today’s maid girl has blue hair.

Maybe so she doesn’t get in the way of her own work, she’s tied her sky-blue hair back into a short ponytail with a matching ribbon.

Her exposed white nape and the strands of hair slipping free add a subtle elegance to her fresh, youthful appearance.

She’s probably around 150 centimeters tall.
Since she can’t reach the top of the window, she’s standing on a stepladder she brought in herself.

Her skirt reaches just below the knees, and her slim calves are covered by clean white socks.

Modest. Graceful. Pure.

Miniskirt maids are a fantasy.
Mine has been thoroughly destroyed!

…Anyway, back to the point—
Even from the front, she’s a total beauty.

Big, chestnut-colored eyes with a slight upward tilt. She looks serious, but not harsh.
With her soft smile and balanced features, I’d say she leans more toward the “cute” type.

She’s probably keeping her voice low for us babies, but even so, it’s slightly on the deeper side—not a shrill pitch.

It carries well, even when quiet.

Too bad I can’t understand a word she’s saying...

Still, if a girl like her existed back in my old world—middle or high school age, probably—she’d be snapped up by the entertainment industry in a heartbeat.
Not in a girl group. As a solo act.

She’s on a level I’ve never seen in real life.

As for her chest... hard to say. The maid uniform hides it well. Maybe average?
Not that I know what counts as “average” in this world.

The navy-and-white, simple maid uniform matches her overall vibe perfectly.
No flashy frills or sparkles here. She’s elegance incarnate.


Well, I shouldn’t just be staring at the maid all day.

As someone who knows absolutely nothing about this world, observing my surroundings is the only thing I can do—and it’s top priority.

It’s destiny.

That’s why I was carefully examining the maid girl from top to bottom.
For research purposes, of course.

……

…………

Okay, after a few days of observation, here’s what I’ve learned.

The tech level seems to be Medieval Europe-ish. That’s about it!

If you think I’m being lazy with that explanation compared to how I described the maid, you’re imagining things!

I mean, come on—my world right now is limited to what’s in this room and visible from the window.

No TV, no radio—not that I’d understand the language anyway.
No sound of cars or even horses outside, maybe due to the thick stone walls and trees.

The stuff in the room? No electrical appliances. Not even clockwork devices.

Well, maybe that’s just because they don’t put big noisy stuff in the baby’s room.

The crib is stylish yet simple, clearly well-crafted—whoever made it has real skill.

The windows are glass, and good glass at that. Isn’t that supposed to be a luxury item?

Even more impressive, the view through it isn’t distorted.

That’s high-level craftsmanship, right?

The sheets feel great, the curtains and maid uniforms look like high-quality fabric.

They probably buy the best stuff since this is a rich family, but the stitching also seems neat and precise.

I doubt they have sewing machines.
This all looks hand-stitched.


Oh right! There’s magic. Probably.

I haven’t seen any fireballs or anything, but I did see a glowing stone!

Not a naturally glowing crystal or anything like that.
Someone clearly turned it on and off.

It’s basically a magical light.

A round, milky-white stone embedded in the ceiling, controlled by a “switch” on the wall.

It doesn’t look like a regular light, and when someone toggles the switch, I feel a weird tingling crawl up the wall to the ceiling.

Even when the light’s on, I can still sense something up there.

Is that… magic power?

And when it turns off after a while, it feels less like “auto-off” and more like it ran out of magical juice.

It’s all speculation, but still.

Honestly, when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the lights on, I was so relieved.

If this place were lit only by candles at night?
That’s straight-up horror movie material.

Add a murder and we’ve got a whole episode.

Even as a baby, I’d cry.

Anyway, I’ll need to keep investigating this whole “magic” thing.


Now, about the people who come in and out of this room...

First, the maids.

There’s Blue-Haired Maid and Cat-Eared Maid.

Cat-Eared Maid has short, fluffy hair in a pinkish-orange tone.

She’s slightly shorter than Blue-Hair. Probably around the same age—maybe even younger?

Her orange-yellow eyes are big and full of energy. She’s super cute.

Her voice?
It’s like she’s got a voice actor inside her. Total anime voice.
If she shouted near my ears, I’d go deaf.

She doesn’t seem to have fur or whiskers visible over her clothes.

Also... no visible chest.

I’d like to scientifically investigate the mysteries hidden beneath her clothing.

Purely for academic research on demi-humans!
I’m not a lolicon. Probably.

…Probably.

Moving on!

Her most striking features are, of course, her white ears poking out from her head and the tail swishing from her lower back.

Her ears aren’t on top of her head—they come out from the sides and point upward, like a human’s, just taller.

So no double sets of ears, cat and human. That’d look weird.

Her face is 100% human.

Her tail comes out through a slit in the back of her maid skirt, designed to fasten around it neatly so there’s no awkward gaps.

Kind of like how guys’ pants have zippers up front—just flipped to the back.

If her tail came out from under the skirt, it’d probably flip her skirt up whenever she got excited.
So yeah—this is very practical.

She even has a big, cute white ribbon tied near the base of her tail.

Watching her twitch her ears and wag her tail while cheerfully working is surprisingly entertaining.

One day, I will touch them. That is my vow.


So far, it looks like these two are the main maids.

I’ve seen three total.

Not sure if there are only three in the whole mansion, or just three assigned to this room.


Next, my parents—my dear my-pi-rents.

Starting with Mom.

She’s… shockingly young.

She might be the same age as the maids—or younger!?

At a glance, she looks like a middle schooler.

Her voice is soft and soothing, like a slow, calming soprano.
It’s almost a special ability—I’m naming it “Angel’s Healing Voice.”

She has long, flowing golden hair, tied atop her head and cascading down past her waist.

It has a gentle wave, like a golden waterfall. Probably full of negative ions.

Her eyes are deep blue, clear and round.
She’s both cute and beautiful, like a doll.

Surprisingly, she’s a bit taller than the maids. Maybe around 160 cm?

And as for her chest…

Let’s skip the detailed description, out of respect.

Not that I couldn’t describe it. Oh, I definitely could. In great detail.

After all, I’ve experienced it with all five senses.

I’m a baby, after all.

If I had to sum it up in one word, it’d be:

"Madonna."

And I get to admire this miracle several times a day.

So grateful. So blessed.

Two times a day, in fact. One for each side.

Of course, it’s all about nourishment and love!
Don’t get the wrong idea!

I’m not a pervert!

…Totally used to it now, though.


As for the third maid I didn’t mention earlier—she seems to be more of a wet nurse.

We’re twins, after all.
Apparently it’s too much for one person.

She always comes with Mom—uh, “Mama,” I guess, given my age.
...That still feels embarrassing to say.

She’s probably mid-20s.

Slightly taller than Mom, with short brown hair and matching eyes.

She’s quite pretty, and gives off a warm, motherly vibe. Definitely the “Mom” type.

She and Mom seem close—chatting casually.
She wears a maid uniform, but doesn’t really feel like a servant.
More like a friendly neighbor helping out.

Maybe she’s working while raising her own kid?

She’s also well-stocked. Equal to—or maybe more than—Mom.

Respect.


Lastly, Dad.

He seems super busy—I’ve only seen him twice so far.

But wow, he’s one of those handsome, nice guys.

Maybe around 180 cm tall?

Short silver hair, green eyes.
His face is sharp—especially the eyes—but he doesn’t look scary. More like charming.

Lean, but muscular. The classic “slim but fit” type.

He’s young—probably around twenty?

No macho vibes. More citrusy, like someone who’d be in a laundry detergent commercial.

Would totally suit lemon or lime.

Did this citrusy aura help him land such a beautiful wife?

Go explode already! Use Killer Queen!

Overall, he gives off knightly vibes. Not a noble or a bureaucrat, but a royal guard or military officer.

Thinking back, he was wearing what looked like a uniform when I met him.
So yeah, he might really be a knight or something.


Looking at the family as a whole...

We’re batting 100% on the hotness scale. And they’re all young, too.

What kind of cheat-tier family is this!?

Is this the norm in this world? Or is it just my reincarnated perspective being weird?

Either way—

Yup. Definitely a fantasy world.

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