Case 155: With a soul of art – Sing for the moment | ‘Divine’ food.

Case 155: With a soul of art – Sing for the moment | ‘Divine’ food.

[Christina]

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''Phew...''

I lean back to my chair and temporarily lower my headphones.

That remix was incredible. I'm so grateful to Sylvia. If I didn't become her lover, I could never gain access to this much music nor escape that hellhole.

Well, it's time to seriously consider advancing with my talent instead of procrastinating, I suppose.

Firstly, let's look up how music can be integrated into battles.

Let's see... Gods of music, there we go.

Hmm... These are all very vague descriptions. I can't find any specific example either... Okay, think about it for a moment.

Firstly, music can be used to raise my allies' morale, as well as demoralize my enemies.

Secondly, if used correctly, it can be used to deceive my enemies as well, playing sounds of screaming and wailing to scare them for example.

And then... There are lots more things, but the most important should be the buffs music can bring. The goddess said there were gods capable of enhancing their allies' magical wield by singing. I'll probably aim for that.

I've already learned sound amplification magic, speaker magic—the one that allows you to play out music in your head, and even the sound barrier magic from Sylvia.

The last one I learned by looking at what Sylvia was doing, and I didn't tell anyone.

The thing is, Sylvia tends to break her sound barrier whenever the sex gets intense, which will allow other people to hear what's going on because her moans are not quiet by any means, not to mention the loud slaps of flesh colliding with flesh. I think this is partly intentional from her, with that exhibitionism tendency running in her blood and all.

But I don't really like it. I don't want anyone to hear Sylvia's sweet moans, I want to keep them to myself. So I secretly set up a sound barrier outside of Sylvia's whenever we have sex. It solves both of our problems... I think.

Either way, I need to get better at singing first. My voice is not bad, but I didn't receive any vocal training, so...

gulp

I want to try going to this 'karaoke' thing to try out my singing first.

After grabbing some money from the drawer, I went out to find a decent karaoke. On the way, quite a lot of people stared at me, mostly my breasts, but I'm accustomed to that now. Sylvia gets even worse.

Either way, this shop looks good enough, let's enter.

clack—!

O-Oh, this place is quite flashy, huh.

''Welcome, dear customer!''

''I would like a room for myself.''

''Understood, how long would you like to rent?''

''Er... I'm not quite familiar with this, so can you explain to me?''

''Absolutely! Here we charge you a certain amount of money for every thirty minutes in the karaoke room, so if you are not sure how long you will stay, you can extend the duration by the end of your initial session. Ah! The minimum time you need to book is one hour.''

''Hmm... Okay, I want to rent for one and a half an hour first.''

''Certainly!''

After paying, a staff guides me to my room.

''Please have fun.''

clack—!

''I see...''

It's quite disappointing to hear that, but-

ting—!

Oh, it's done. Let's take a bite.

''Mgm...''

Alright, these are much better. Let's set this batch aside for my parents and make two more. Another similar batch for my fellow Sylvia enjoyers, and a special batch for Sylvia herself.

''...''

I reach for a cylinder on the counter and examine it closely.

The 100ml cylinder is filled to the brim with a cloudy, thick, and greyish liquid—my semen. I had to masturbate for this earlier, I thought that was a waste initially, but it'll go inside Sylvia's belly anyway, so no problem.

So I remove the lid and pour all of it inside the dough.

Mix, mix, mix...

After dinner, it was time for a meeting between us again. During the dinner, there was news about four mysterious people who cleared an A-rank gate in just half an hour, I wonder who could they be.

''So... How's it going, Emy, Tina?'' Sylvia asks, casually taking a bite of the cookie I made for her.

''I went to a karaoke.'' Christina replies, also eating my cookie, but the normal batch. ''It was pretty entertaining, and the drinks were quite good as well.''

''Let's go there together later.'' Sylvia takes another bite and says.

''Sure. How about you, Emilia?''

''I made cookies.'' I shrug. ''How's it?''

''It's good.''

''I agree.''

''Quite delectable.''

''Mhm.''

It seems like my fellow fiancés and Sariel are satisfied with it, now, for Sylvia...

''Hm... It's better than usual, I'd say. Slightly better than our chef's, even. What did you put in here?'' She asks with eyes sparkling, chewing nonstop.

By this point, Sylvia had already devoured half of the 20-batch cookies that I made, still going strong.

''Mhm. Mhm.''

I point to my crotch and then point to the half-eaten cookie on her hand.

'''' ... ''''

''Please don't tell me you put your semen inside all of these...?!'' Raeliana furrows her eyebrows.

Well, if I did that, it would be quite disrespectful. We don't really like tasting semen, after all.

''No, only Sylvia's batch has it.''

Hearing that, everyone except Sylvia lets out a relieved sigh. And then we all turn to Sylvia.

''...Oh, well.'' She just shrugs and throws the rest of the cookie into her mouth. ''I can gulp down cups of semen, this is nothing. And it's more delicious, so why not?''

A smile blooms on my face. I'm glad she likes it.