The Door of My Bathroom Leads to the Comic World!

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Rindō stuffed a grape in her mouth and stashed a few more in her pockets before reluctantly washing the remaining grapes and placing them into the wooden barrel. Each diamond grape was the size of an egg, and although there were only five bunches, they nearly filled the entire barrel.

"So, we're supposed to crush these next, right?" Erina asked, trying to recall what they had learned in class. But with Sui being a distraction, she couldn't quite remember all the details.

"Exactly," Rindō nodded. Without hesitation, she removed her shoes, revealing pink socks, then pulled those off as well, exposing her pale, delicate feet.

"Uh, Rindō-senpai, what are you doing?" Ryoko asked, surprised.

Rindō blinked at her, puzzled. "What do you think? I'm going to stomp on the grapes, of course."

Meanwhile, in the cold storage area, Sui, Sōma, Megumi, and the others were preparing to make beef jerky and smoked meat. Though Sui had already processed some of the meat, it was still in large chunks that needed to be sliced thin and marinated.

After soaking the meat in warm water to thaw, they cut it into thin slices and began marinating it with salt, cooking wine, sugar, and other seasonings.

"Hey, what kind of salt is this?" Megumi asked, licking some off her fingers. She looked surprised. "It tastes so light and delicate! This must be high-quality salt."

"If you like it, feel free to take some with you when we're done," Sui offered with a smile.

"Really? Thank you, Sui-kun!" Megumi beamed.

"Then we won't hold back either!" Yoshino patted Sui on the shoulder with a grin, while Sōma chuckled.

Sui sighed, feeling helpless.

As the marinating process took time, the group headed to the kitchen to check on the others. When they arrived, they were greeted by the sight of Rindō, standing barefoot in the wooden barrel with her legs exposed, stomping on something.

"What's Rindō-senpai stepping on?" Sui asked, puzzled.

"Grapes," Erina replied, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

"Stomping on grapes?" Soma echoed, confused.

"Of course! That's how wine is traditionally made," Rindō said matter-of-factly as she continued to stomp. "Back in the day, young women would tread on grapes to make wine."

Not missing a beat, she added, "Don't worry, kohai. I washed my feet thoroughly."

Sui: "..."

He could already imagine how "flavorful" this wine would be.

Erina, her face still flushed, quickly jumped in to explain. "It's true! Although modern wineries use machines, some smaller or traditional ones still use this method. It's not just for wine—foods like kimchi and other fermented items were made this way in the past."

"Yeah! Sometimes, when I make large batches of natto, I have to step on it. It's too much work otherwise," Ryoko added, sticking out her tongue playfully.

"...You could always use stones or even a blender to crush them, right?" Sui suggested through gritted teeth. Despite being confident that Rindō's feet didn't smell bad—in fact, they probably smelled good—he couldn't shake the weird feeling.

"That would risk crushing the seeds," Rindō explained. "Grape seeds contain tannins, which would make the wine taste too dry."

"She's right. Crushing by foot is more delicate and avoids breaking the seeds. Machines are too rough," Erina added, blushing even more. "Some of the finest wines in the world are made this way—wines from historic wineries that are hundreds of years old."

"That's right! The older and higher quality the wine, the more likely it is made like this," Rindō said with a grin, flashing her sharp little canines. "Take Lafite 1982, for example—no machines back then!" She laughed. "What's the matter, kohai? Are you disgusted? My feet smell really good!"

"Yes, Sui, this is a pretty common practice. In my hometown, people often pickle vegetables like this," Soma said, clapping him on the shoulder.

Rindō suddenly had an idea. "Erina, why don't you come and help me? We're short on hands."

"W-What? Me?" Erina stammered, her face turning bright red.

"Yeah, why not?" Rindō tilted her head, puzzled by Erina's hesitation. "We need more people for this."

Soma chuckled. "I'll help too!"

"You? No!" Rindō shot back with disdain. She planned to enjoy the wine herself once it was ready—there was no way she'd let Soma step in.

Sui also looked appalled at the idea. While he could tolerate the thought of Rindō stomping the grapes, even if it was strange, the idea of Soma doing it? That was out of the question. He'd rather throw the wine away.

"Ryoko, you help too!" Rindō said, eyeing her friend's chest with a mischievous grin. "You probably weigh more."

"W-What does that have to do with anything?" Ryoko's face turned crimson.

Blushing furiously, Ryoko and Erina went to the bedroom to remove their shoes and socks, wash their feet, and return to the barrel, shy but determined.

Soma, Sui, and the others returned to check on the marinating meat, though Sui stayed behind for a moment to watch. The three girls were squeezed together in the wooden barrel, their ample chests pressing against each other, making it quite a tight fit.

Their small, delicate feet were now stained a deep purple-red, as were their calves.

"Well... that's how red wine is made," Sui thought to himself. "And girls' feet definitely smell nice, right?" Though he still felt a bit strange about it all, he tried to reassure himself.

Just then, Ryoko suddenly lost her balance and screamed, falling backward as the other two girls accidentally pushed her.

Before Sui could react, everything went dark. His face was suddenly smothered by two soft, bouncy objects.