《Grandma, let’s form a party!》


 Grandma, let鈥檚 form a party! : Prologue

    Grandma, let¡¯s form a party!


    Preface


    This is the story of my life,


    Me, Takano Ryuma, born on January 10th, 2002 in Tokyo, a 17-year-old virgin otaku currently living somewhere in Germany with my Father and two sisters.


    My father is called Takano Genzo, and as the name might sound, he is indeed a very strict and serious man. In a different life, he grew up eating congee in a faraway corner of Okinawa, but nowadays, the man is posing as the founder and CEO of an international food Corporation currently based in Frankfurt.


    And yes, you don¡¯t have to guess what he¡¯s made a living out of...Congee, porridge and anything that can be eaten with a spoon basically.


    Living under the shadow of such a hardworking, simple, successful and yet dull father, I can¡¯t help but be jealous sometimes.


    For different reasons and as you can probably deduce, I don¡¯t really fall in either of the categories mentioned above. But that is a topic we¡¯ll leave for later.


    For now, I''d like to talk about my favorite hobbies. As an otaku, I obviously like surfing the net, reading mangas and watching anime. I have a particular interest for cyber-punk type of animes like Gantz or Gundam. But if there really is one type of series that I prefer above the others, I would say the Isekais. Overlord and Konosuba more precisely.


    Talking about those two series; I¡¯ve been working my ass off recently trying to write a crossover fanfiction where Kazuma and his harem become Ainz¡¯s subordinates. The idea didn¡¯t seem bad at first but I fail miserably as a writer, so I had to give up on my plans for now.


    The reason? Because I don¡¯t have that much free time on my hands. You see, I¡¯m a very busy person trying to manage several duties and life-threatening calls.


    I bet you want to know what I¡¯m talking about? What, you don¡¯t? Ahem¡­!


    Whatever, since you¡¯re here, I bet you probably have nothing better to do so please hear me.


    It all started five years ago when we had still been living in Japan. As I was starting to discover my body and the different sorts of pleasures related to it.


    My sisters and her friends were having a night stay-over at our house during one of my father¡¯s trips overseas, and as it happened my childhood sweetheart was of the party as well.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    Wanting to gather material for my research, I sneaked through the corridor all the way up to Arisa¡¯s and Mifune¡¯s door, trying to listen to their conversation and maybe eventually peek inside.


    Oh Boy!


    Was I not ready for what transpired through that conversation? I didn¡¯t know that guys weren¡¯t supposed to ever eavesdrop on girls talk. I was left shocked, abashed and defeated after learning that my one and only love, was actually a man-eating praying mantis, with two years of experience chasing after young guy¡¯s virginity.


    I panicked and left the vampire¡¯s nest in a hurry, too afraid that the demon and her minions would come and try to suck my blood and purity off. A terrible thought went through my mind as I pictured this horrific vision of me and my sisters.


    The last thing I remember was leaving the house in horror and fear, running like a madman in the neighborhood for a while, before shaking my head in amusement and going back. There was no reason to act like this. My two sisters would never partake in this kind of depraved stuff that the vixen Reika was doing.


    What was I even afraid of? They were only three mischievous teenage girls. Even if I was only twelve, there was no way they could try and do something so ridiculous to me, their cute younger brother.


    Was, what I thought¡­at the time.


    During summer vacation, Reika came over several times giving me strange and teasing looks. My sisters even tried to have me go on a date with the 14-year-old vixen. I was mad for being so naive all along but, I had to be honest with my feelings. We weren¡¯t dating before and she was a smoking hot bomb, even if she seemed like a bit of a risky waifu.


    We went on innocent dates and watched movies at home. I tried hard to pierce through her shell to see the ¡°real her¡±. But as it turned out I finally let my guard down and one night¡­


    The lioness finally couldn¡¯t endure it anymore as she pounced on me, the ideal prey.


    The experience was so good, I forgot any notion of anger, shame or reason at the time. Despite being only twelve, this traumatic experience doubled the pleasure I could get from it I guess.


    Then we left the country as I bid goodbye to my slutty childhood friend who was now also my girlfriend, and maybe the girlfriend of many others.


    Did you expect something else?


    Oh yeah...right. You¡¯re probably wondering why I¡¯m still calling myself a virgin.


    Hear me out now. Here¡¯s the catch...


    It was just a handjob.


    A fucking handjob !!! I tried to go for more but it turned out, this bi*** was a virgin as well and wouldn¡¯t have it. This was the day I discovered that my sister and her friends were handjob monsters.


    I tried to erase this sad event from my childhood memories and move on towards better horizons in Europe. As I was envisioning school girls with nice blue eyes and invigorating smell I realized something had gone horribly wrong with my development.


    My little brother couldn¡¯t get hard anymore as I celebrated my 13th birthday.


    You¡¯ve guessed it. I had become infected with a disease a bit too risky for a younglin¡¯. At barely 13, the one known as Takano Ryuma had already successfully graduated from the milf fetish and became attracted to the grandmothers¡¯ next door.


    Now, why am I relating to you such an everyday occurrence? That¡¯s because the one known as Takano Ryuma was perhaps too lucky, or maybe unlucky¡­


    Today, was graduation day at the International college, and that was also the day I would be able to have my first sexual experience; being over 16 and out of high school in Germany was actually the first step toward adulthood for boys.


    In order to achieve my objectives a bit quicker, I was meeting with my sisters and their nerdy coworkers downtown that evening, hoping to take some advantage."Laughs fiendishly"


    This was a fateful encounter between a bunch of hardworking and drunk people. This was also the day when my addiction flared up into something that exceeded my understanding.


    Thinking in hindsight, perhaps it would have been better for me if I had been a bit more curious about my sisters¡¯ job in the past.

 Level 0: Chapter 1 - First meeting 1/2

    Level 0: Chapter 1 - First meeting 1/2


    After riding the subway for what seemed like ten minutes due to all the stops and turns in the tunnels, I arrived at our rendezvous place downtown. It was a very modern yet cozy pub called the ¡°Brown wire¡± or ¡°der Braune Draht¡± in the local tongue. The mixture between the loungy, jazzy type of ambiance and trendy life elixirs made it a nice place for after works of all kinds.


    I was somewhat familiar with the place since it was on my way home, but I never had the chance to go with the ¡°cool kids¡± from school.


    The bar was close enough to my sister¡¯s place for them not to mess their way home despite a night buzz, or live as retired cougars. I remember this odd ¡°requirement¡± as one of the reasons Mifune picked this deafening neighborhood, despite the bubbly groups of teens and subway stations¡¯ traffic.


    I hurriedly arranged my messy hair in the front glass, fully aware that I stepped outside of my comfort zone or league for that matter. But like a wise man once said, hope made us live.


    Somewhat satisfied with the result, I took a long breath and finally decided to venture this foreign land.


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    As I pushed the door, I looked around myself.


    ¡°Tall¡±, ¡°handsome¡±, ¡°Lucky Guy¡±, ¡°Big tits¡±. Those were the first thoughts that appeared while trying to leave a semi-death state of panic and expectation; one where I couldn¡¯t think logically. I was feeling a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and fear.


    All I wanted to do at that moment, was to belong and impress. Living the life of an ascetic for 16+ years had taken a toll on poor little old me.


    Not totally comfortable, yet alert. I made sure not to fall on the floor, literally and figuratively, as I made my way through this danger zone known as the entry. Not sure about my first impression, I tried to brush off the inquiring gazes of the crowd. Somehow telling myself that I did not care for their opinions of me, and yet doing my best to gain their seal of approval.


    As I reached the bar, I finally felt like I had blended into the environment and collected back my spirits. I made a phone call to my sisters because the place had several stories and a blinding crowd. It was essentially not productive to go through the whole place when I could just signal my presence to them.


    Before I could place a call, however, I was interrupted by a barmaid behind me.


    ¡°Can I help you, sir?¡± A feminine yet mature voice behind me sounded.


    ¡°Oh no, I¡¯m just trying to reach friends inside...¡± I said while going through my call history. As I put the phone on my ear and turned, I saw the person tending to me behind the counter.


    ¡°No problem sir. If you need a drink just ring me here.¡± The woman smiled and got back to wiping the long furniture nonchalantly. She seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She had curly blonde hair and nice thick thighs. Her jeans emphasized the firmness of her athletic body but every time her hands finished a movement, my previous assessment was as firm as the motion both in front and behind her.


    Her bust was ridiculous compared to the weapons she was hiding back there, but the combination of her easygoing behavior, thick slenderness, and bandana she wore made her dangerously and rebelliously attractive to the young boy I was.

 Level 0: Chapter 2 First Meeting 2/2

    Level 0: Chapter 2 First Meeting 2/2


    Life is very hard; sometimes you learn it the hard way. Occasionally, I¡¯ve felt like life loves to play jokes on you. Why?


    I¡¯m sure any of you hearing my random thoughts have had this feeling at least once or twice before :


    You spend hours, days, months, sometimes even years for the most cultured of us, (wink wink *) building this flawless collection of jiggly bottoms and perfect busts, that you end up storing on a random adult site, only to come back to a few select choices after you¡¯ve lost your appetite for the 2D counterpart every other season of the year.


    This becomes even more so when your taste becomes a bit more ¡°refined¡± like mine. Being a milf type of guy, the amount of dedication put into creating the perfect digital treasury can¡¯t be properly measured nor regained. All this time and energy you could have dedicated to acquiring a more productive set of skills IRL makes one sigh in both dejection and admiration.


    Being the case, one makes sure he tells himself that every one of those waifus he¡¯s gathered through sweat and other fluids is 10 times better than real girls out there.


    However, today was one of those moments, you know¡­


    When one randomly encounters such¡­ (I won¡¯t say, woman, because they put every other one you¡¯ve seen that same day to shame) an Amazonian creature which he never knew breathed the same air as he and walked on the same plot of land he did every day.


    Yeah, that girl who you internally cry because of, when she walks by you on the streets, after you can¡¯t muster the courage to strike up a conversation with.


    That one that haunts your mind for the rest of the day¡­


    Indeed, that one woman, who doesn¡¯t necessarily looks like any trendy supermodel, but which meets every and each one of your sick, but peculiar requirements you¡¯ve taken the care to list and believe in over the years.


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    Four feet away from 16 years old me, Takano Ryuma, freshly highschool graduate and legally available for reasonable sexual promiscuity in Germany; this very rare ¡°boss¡± had spawned in a bar I had never visited.


    I didn¡¯t know what to do at this moment, but I knew I shouldn¡¯t stare longer than necessary; especially since my body had become unusually responsive to the creature next to me.


    I sat on a chair totally exposed to the rest of the people here.


    Nevertheless, my ¡°partner in crime¡±, was appropriately hidden and restrained; which reminded how I needed to thank once again my old classmate Nimuro for teaching me a painful, but life-saving storage technique. Thanks to that masochistic method, I didn¡¯t need to fear being called to the class board by Miss Ishizaki for the rest of the year at that time.


    After letting my thoughts wander for a few moments, I put down the phone from my ear as I realized I was left with only two choices :


    Immediately call my sisters and meet up with their groups of friends, while hoping to get lucky with drunk ladies I had yet to meet. This was the safe route and one I had been taking all my life due to my odd circumstances. I knew I would regret choosing this option, but right now, I was absolutely terrified to think of the second choice.


    Talking about the second choice, I don¡¯t think I need to explain how it goes to you guys. I would go and absolutely mesmerize the lady with my confidence, charisma and outgoing personality.


    Or maybe not¡­


    Well, fuck it. Was what I thought. It''s do or die today! I just graduated for fuck sake, let¡¯s live to the fullest.


    I got up with this thought clouding my mind, trying to prevent anything to get in. Each step I took towards the woman seemed to eat at me a little more. My body became gradually stiff and heavier. When I took the last step, I even became so paranoid that I felt as if every eye behind me was expecting my performance.


    It took me two seconds before I could finally say something to her after standing there like a robot.


    ¡°Hello, excuse me,¡± I said very awkwardly, with a blank one track mind, totally obsessed about getting digits out of the creature, and obsessing about a possible rejection.


    This approach was very crude and I knew I would hear a few whispers here and there, after the inevitable walk of shame waiting for me.


    The woman was still cleaning, but as she noticed a customer was here, she lifted her head and looked at me. Her expression didn¡¯t waver or show strangeness when she saw it was me.


    ¡°How can I help you, sir?¡± She replied very formally but politely.


    ¡°Huh¡­¡± I started to lose my words when our eyes met. ¡°Do you live around here?¡±


    She was taken aback but answered ¡°Yes?¡± in a puzzled tone.


    I couldn¡¯t believe the words that got out of my mouth. Wanting to salvage the sinking ship I continued with a very cheap line, ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡±


    She showed a face was full of doubts but she still tried to act professionally for a while longer and answered. ¡°Sabine.¡±


    ¡°C-can I g-get your number?¡± I let the words fly out, clearly out of myself. I was desperate at this point and told myself I¡¯d leave after I got rejected.


    ¡°Are you hitting on me?¡± Finally, she frowned and said with a louder and less gentle tone. ¡°I¡¯m not sure this is exactly appropriate sir. I can serve you a drink, however. So what will it be?¡± She brushed it off quickly, seemingly used to the practice. Disappointment and coldness were showing despite her best efforts.


    This was how Sabine and I met for the first time. At the time I would never believe if someone told me we would soon get over those awkward circumstances and become friends.

 Level 0 : Chapter 3 - Otaku Vs Drunk Babes 1/3

    Level 0: Chapter 3 part 1 of 3


    Rejection wasn¡¯t a particularly nice feeling, once again I had come to experience it firsthand. Looking into the eyes of the woman who other people might call Sabine affectionately, I realized I probably was worth less than an earthworm.


    I sighed and decided against continuing this disgraceful performance,


    ¡°Sorry, I-I need to¡­¡± I took a step back as I started a 180 turn, all the while awkwardly motioning with my head and thumbs for my cue.


    ¡°Yeah¡­¡± Hands on the bar, she nodded indifferently as she gave me this knowing glare.


    Too ashamed to remain in the place any longer, I was making my way to the door when my phone rang.


    A bit startled and groggy due to the shock and shame, I dropped my phone on the floor, next to a walking staff member.


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    The guy who I almost ran into picked it up and gave it back to me as I thanked him and apologized.


    ¡°Don¡¯t sweat it, dude.¡± The guy waved me off, ¡°It happens to the best of us.¡± He said as he smiled at me, with an expression of empathy.


    ¡°What do you mean?¡± I replied defensively, even though I swear, I could discern pity in the guy¡¯s expression.


    He just shrugged as he put a hand on my shoulder and left me thinking. At that moment, I couldn¡¯t look any more stupid and out of place than ever.


    I saw a few people dodging my field of vision as I looked around and heard some giggles in my back. Red like an apple, I fled for the restroom and hid inside the nearest toilet cabin.


    ¡°What did you even expect you, idiot?! That¡¯s what you get for going with the flow.¡± I said to myself as I regained my senses.


    ¡°Hmm? Looks like they got worried.¡± I realized as I looked at the phone screen, which had one missing call from Mifune.


    ¡°Hello,¡± I said after someone picked up the call.


    ¡°Ryuma? Where are you right now?!¡± The charming voice at the other end said.


    ¡°I¡¯m at the bar but¡­¡± I was cut halfway.


    ¡°Come to the second floor right away, I¡¯ll have Arisa meet you at the stairs.¡± The voice said categorically.


    ¡°...¡± I stayed silent, thinking how I wanted to leave right now.


    ¡°Don¡¯t even think about chickening out now! I went all out today for you.¡± She stopped me before I could say more. ¡°Hehe, You¡¯ll probably regret it all your life if you don¡¯t come actually.¡± She mocked in a derisive tone.


    ¡°Whatever. I¡¯m coming okay?¡± I wanted to thank her but the words got stuck.


    ¡°Alright! Don¡¯t drop your jaw when you get here. See you in a bit.¡±


    She teased as she hung up.