It was eleven years after graduation.
The class reunion for their third year of junior high, the second one they'd had, was set to take place at a certain Western-style restaurant. It had the atmosphere of a slightly stylish, neighborhood Western diner, but it was famous for being "delicious." The owner couple's only daughter had recently returned from training, and the food was rumored to be even better, making it quite a feat to reserve the entire place.
The restaurant's reputation was one reason she decided to attend the reunion, but on the day itself, a completely different matter occupied most of her thoughts. Even as she met up with close friends and headed to the restaurant while chatting, "that thing" never left her mind.
It seemed her friends, and the other classmates as well, felt the same, as several people asked the organizer:
"Hey, she's coming, right?"
Especially the men. It was understandable. If "that person" was attending, they must be on edge. Even she, a member of the same sex, couldn't help but feel restless. The most expensive party dress she owned now felt terribly inadequate.
The organizer also looked somewhat unsettled:
"Yeah. I contacted her, figuring it was a long shot, but she said she'd 'positively adjust her schedule.' But she might not be able to make it if a sudden engagement comes up."
"Doesn't that mean there's a pretty good chance she won't be able to come?"
"She looks incredibly busy, after all..."
The person in question was now a celebrity known to everyone in Japan. She was constantly in demand on television. She was featured in magazines and online so much that you couldn't go a day without seeing her face. It wouldn't be strange at all if she had a sudden engagement, and the atmosphere of the reunion was already dampened by two notches before it even started.
In the end, the starting time arrived without the awaited guest.
"Hey, shouldn't we wait a little longer?"
"No, we can't do that with the restaurant's schedule."
Several large tables were prepared to facilitate free-flowing conversation, and the food was centered around easy-to-snack items. I guess I can't have a single-serving dish like a hamburger steak with this format... she thought, feeling a little disappointed. Still, the menu listed an appealing lineup typical of a neighborhood Western diner, including small-sized menchi-katsu (minced cutlets), temari-sushi-style omelets, and handmade beef stew buns.
She reminded herself to "enjoy the food and conversation, as originally intended," and reached for a glass of white sparkling wine.
The sound of the door announcing a visitor reached everyone's ears, waiting for the organizer's signal.
Focused gazes.
The girl seemed unfazed by the attention, looked around the restaurant, and then flashed a brilliant smile.
"Sorry I'm late. ...But was I just in time?"
"Ren-chan!"
"She really came!"
A cheer erupted in the restaurant. A beautiful girl—a beauty who looked only like a beautiful girl—with violet-blue hair and eyes and smooth, pale skin. The wings and tail she had the first time they saw her were gone, perhaps to avoid getting in the way, but her appearance was more than enough to turn heads. Her beauty did not lose to the presumably expensive jet-black party dress, the black lace shawl, or the glamorous gloves; rather, the clothing seemed to lose to her. Perhaps the only thing that wasn't overwhelmed was the wedding ring on her finger.
Her name was Ren Fujisaki.
Ten years ago, when she was a first-year high school student, she was the boy who vanished with his classmates in a mysterious mass disappearance. During her time in the other world, he had become a different species, a Succubus, and had transformed from a man to a woman.
Hastily handed a glass of sparkling wine, she immediately met the expectant gazes, said "Cheers!", and clinked glasses with everyone.
"But, calling you Fujisaki-kun... feels kind of strange, doesn't it? Can we call you Ren-chan?"
"Of course. Everyone over there calls me by name, so I feel more comfortable with that too."
As the party began, Ren was immediately surrounded by the women. Glancing at the men watching from a short distance, she saw them looking at Ren with expressions mixed with "I'm jealous" and "That's unfair." Even the married men seemed to look regretful. She wondered what their wives would think, but she also felt it couldn't be helped when the object of attention was Ren. After all,
"Your skin is so clean!"
"Your hair is smooth and shiny too. It's cheating!"
"And you smell incredibly good!"
She possessed beauty on par with a Hollywood star, perhaps even surpassing it. The paleness of her skin was unbelievable for a Japanese person. Her figure was curvy and defined. The mystical color of her hair and eyes. The subtle yet clearly noticeable, mysterious scent. Moreover, despite being in her mid-twenties, she looked youthful, like a teenager. She was too enviable, in a way that truly mattered to people her age.
"No wonder she's treated like a model."
"She should publish a photo book, actually."
"Ah, well. I actually got a lot of offers like that."
"I knew it!"
A little over two weeks ago, Ren led the victims of the mass disappearance who suddenly returned. As a leader or representative, Ren was pursued by the media, and her fame rapidly increased. It was surprising enough with the talk of an alternate world and magic, but she was also this cute, so of course, both men and women would pay attention.
She was now completely treated like a celebrity. In fact, if things continued this way, she would probably become a stable celebrity. After all, she was cute, friendly, and spoke fluent Japanese. With such an impact, even former classmates could only recognize her as "Ren-chan," not "Fujisaki-kun." It was like a famous celebrity knowing them and talking to them intimately. It was a huge event.
However,
"Ren-chan, you're going back to the other world, right?"
"Yes. There are still things I have left to do there."
Ren had announced that she would return to the other world one month after her return. About half of the thousand people who came with her, roughly five hundred, were also decided to return to the other world with her. Most of those returning were children born during their time in the other world. It had been forty years since the first disappearance. The same generation as the first victims were now in their mid-fifties, so they could easily have grandchildren, let alone children. And for the children, the other world was often easier to live in.
"...Hey, is it true that Ren-chan has children?"
"It's true. Five children I gave birth to myself, and three... no, four children given birth to by my partners."
"Wait, I thought this when I heard it on TV, but isn't that a lot!?"
"With a Succubus, it doesn't take the full ten months and ten days. My first child was about eight months, and once I got used to it, the births became even shorter. I could even have double pregnancies, like a rabbit. ...Oh, don't worry, they weren't premature babies. Everyone is safe."
What is that? I don't understand.
Even if she conceded the duration of the pregnancy, what did "children given birth to by my partners" mean? She had heard that Ren's partners were female and there were multiple of them, but giving birth herself and having her partners give birth was completely outside the realm of understanding.
When she glanced at the men to see what they were thinking,
"...The fact that she's given birth to five children and looks like that is insane."
"Every night with other women...?"
Ah, these guys are hopeless. It was obvious that they were indulging in lewd fantasies about Ren while thinking, "Maybe I have a chance?"
Well, as for Ren herself,
"Ren-chan, are you okay with stalkers and gropers?"
"I'm fine. My eyes and ears are better than a normal person's, so I can usually spot them, and if they come directly, I put them in a joint lock."
"You're too strong!"
A boy who played sports challenged her to an arm wrestling match but was easily defeated. Her arm was slender and beautiful, not muscular at all.
"Then let me try!"
"Me too, me too!"
The men jumped at the chance. Are you guys just trying to hold her hand? It was fine since they were defeated one after another while she glared at them with a deadpan look. This gave the men a chance to approach Ren, and the space, which had been overly concentrated on Ren, began to spread out a little.
As for the conversations the men had with Ren:
"Isn't getting married to another girl pointless?"
"Not at all. I can have children with other women. Even if I couldn't, we could just adopt. It's much better than a mother who gives birth to a child and then says 'I don't need it' and abandons them."
"Aren't you interested in men?"
"It's not that I'm not, but I have enough for now."
It was mostly a sharp dismissal like this. The men who couldn't hide their ulterior motives were at fault, but Ren, who cut them off sharply yet maintained a natural smile, was too incredible. As a result, she didn't leave a cold impression at all, and despite conveying her honest feelings, there was no unpleasantness. Her hate control was perfect.
You'd think she'd be resented by other women for being so popular, but the women's reaction was simply, "She's amazing, isn't she?" The reason was likely that her specs were too high for them to instinctively know they "shouldn't pick a fight," and she had no intention of stealing their men.
Then,
"I came hoping to talk with everyone after a long time, but it seems I ended up talking about myself too much."
"You must be tired. ...But why come over to me?"
Ren finished her conversations and sidled up to her as if escaping. She hadn't been particularly close with Ren. They had only spoken two or three times at most when they were in the same class.
When she questioned this, Ren tilted her head slightly and said,
"Didn't you want me to? I thought I could talk normally with you since you don't seem interested in girls."
"No, that's a normal thing to say."
"Is it? I was surprised by how much homosexuality has become common."
Ren looked somehow pleased as she spoke casually. Perhaps the indifferent response was actually a good thing. As she said, homosexuality has become quite widespread in the last ten years. It was still much more minor compared to heterosexuality, but criticism has significantly decreased, and more people are open about it.
Surprisingly, Ren's appearance might further accelerate this trend. Even now, it wasn't just the boys sending heated glances towards Ren. While most were just envy, some...
"...Even I get nervous when you come this close."
At her small whisper, Ren blinked in surprise and said,
"Hey. Are you going to the after-party too?"
This kid... she knows exactly what she's doing, doesn't she?
With the rapid beating of her heart, she felt something incredibly unsatisfying, and she quickly drained the contents of the glass in her hand.
"Ren's parents must have had a tough time, definitely."
"Ah, yeah. They cried at first and scolded me. But after we talked and they understood—or rather, after they gave up—we actually became closer. I was able to bring some of my daughters too, though not all of them."
The class reunion looked like it would continue for quite some time. And so, too, would the dream-like reality that began with Ren's return.
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