Chapter 3: 3. Let Me See Your Back

Sliiide...

"My?"

A mysterious-looking woman with white hair and fox ears blinked as she looked at the fallen Ryu-o.

His hair was plastered to him with sweat and blood, he wore clothes she had never seen before, his legs were bound, and... his pants were down, leaving him in an embarrassing state.

The fox-eared woman turned a cold gaze behind her.

"Hnnng... hic... ngh..."

Tulan, the slave trader, had wrapped her severed wrist in strips of clothing and was letting out pitiful groans.

Her lips were pale and her whole body trembled, perhaps because she had lost too much blood, but the fox woman merely watched her with intrigued eyes.

"Hm?"

When the sword in her hand moved at an invisible speed, the cloth wrapped around the slave trader’s wrist was shredded away.

Swish! Riiip!

Pssshhh!

"Hnnng... spare me..."

"Ho... That child did this?"

The fox woman acted as though she could not even hear the slave trader’s desperate pleas for her life.

She briefly inspected the severed surface of the wrist, then made the slave trader’s neck match her companion’s.

She lightly poked the cross-section of the fallen head with the tip of her sword and tossed it into a small bag, then approached the unconscious Ryu-o.

"Sweetie, are you all right? Can you get up?"

Pat, pat.

She tried to wake him by gently touching his cheeks, but when Ryu-o failed to stir, the fox woman hummed thoughtfully.

"Hmm..."

Her hand glowed faintly as it touched Ryu-o’s stomach.

As she fed him a little qi, her qi spread straight through his entire body as though disregarding the very concept of meridians.

"...? Huh? What is this..."

Qi, which should have circulated along predetermined pathways and in the proper direction, instantly colored his entire body like dye mixed into clear water.

Faced with a body unlike anything she had ever seen, her lips parted in surprise. Color began returning to Ryu-o’s face.

"?????"

Curiosity relentlessly gnawed at her, but Ryu-o was unconscious right now.

She could not go feeling up the body of an unconscious boy, so the fox woman merely continued feeding qi into Ryu-o.

She hoped he would regain consciousness now, yet there was no sign of Ryu-o’s eyes opening.

Just as she wondered whether she should carry him on her back, her gaze fell upon Jang Ryu-o’s lower body.

She was embarrassed by the sight of a man’s lower body, something she had never seen before, but she could hardly move him in that state.

"You’ll have to forgive me."

Moving a man in that condition was bound to invite misunderstandings.

With careful hands, she pulled Jang Ryu-o’s underwear back up.

Trying not to touch his skin as much as possible, and without looking.

But her considerate hand caught on something and could go no farther.

"...Forgive me..."

Left with no choice, she grabbed Jang Ryu-o’s cock and quickly pushed it into his underwear.

"Oh my... Clear mirror, still water... Clear mirror, still water..."

She stared blankly at her palm for a moment, then quickly came to her senses and pulled Ryu-o’s pants the rest of the way up.

"I must be crazy..."

Lightly lifting Ryu-o, the fox woman ran along the tops of the trees.

**

[Title: This Fucking Bitch]

Always-on-standby-ultimate-female-living-fleshlight-portable-cock-storage-case-saliva-secreting-dick-washing-machine-cock-plug-dedicated-anal-port-creampie-without-condom-type-semen-draining-container-sexual-relief-flesh-toilet-instant-uterine-ovulation-pregnancy-preparation-sincere-orgasm-baby-production-factory-forcibly-injecting-seven-day-aged-sincere-baby-pregnancy-juice-gang-rape-kidnapping-hypnosis-heat-pregnancy-festival-seed-sowing-pregnancy-extra-fertilizer-belly-swelling

└ Dude;;

└ Megall average.

└ But seriously, what character is she? I’ve never seen one like that.

└└ My wife.

└└ No, my wife.

└ Megall average.

└ Fuck, so who is she really?

└└ Nobody knows her identity. She comes for you when you rack up enough evil deeds to get a bounty put on your head.

└└ All I need is a bounty, right? I’m off to massacre civilians so I can meet her.

└└ You’ll probably get killed by the Knight Commander before that.

└ Damn, look at that body...

└└ Big sis... My dick feels weird...

└└ ? Fuck, why are you saying that to me?

[Title: What’s With This Bitch?]

No, I was just walking down the road and she took one glance at my face. Then the screen flashed, Game Over popped up, and she picked up my head.

└ Wow, you got a damn good shot. Thanks.

└ Ooh... Thanks.

└ No, you fuckers, who the hell is she?

└└ You don’t know Fox Lady? Get out.

└└ She hardly ever appears. What did you do?

└└ Nothing much at all;; I cut off NPCs’ arms and legs and sold them to brothels for gold.

└└ ? You deserved to die, you fucking psycho.

└└ You’re just... sigh... never mind.

**

I opened my eyes on a soft blanket rather than a prairie for the first time in a while.

Though, now that I thought about it, it hadn’t really been that long.

How was I supposed to survive in a harsh world where people were bought and sold like objects if I kept passing out this often...?

I sat up, feeling surprisingly refreshed considering what I had gone through, and saw a Japanese-style floor and a sliding door with light seeping through it.

"This wasn’t a Japanese game..."

"Japanese? What’s that?"

"Ah, a country next to the one where I lived...? Gah!"

I shot upright and looked toward the voice.

A beautiful woman blinking at me, holding a plate in her hands—and animal ears?

Come to think of it...

[Are you all right, sweetie?]

My memories gradually came back.

I remembered thinking I was certainly going to die at the hands of those two slave traders, only for this woman to save me.

A sharp flash sweeping past the slave trader’s neck, and her head falling helplessly to the ground.

I remembered a fountain of blood, something I would never experience in my life, raining down over me.

As I sank into thought, the beautiful woman smiled softly and placed the dish on the floor.

"Hehe, I’ll leave your food here, so calm down and eat."

She did not seem like a bad person. No, there was only one thing to say to someone who had saved my life in the first place.

I dropped to my knees and called out to the beautiful woman as she turned to leave.

"Thank you for saving me, my benefactor!"

The beautiful woman, who had been about to leave through the door, looked back at me in surprise.

"My?"

"If it hadn’t been for you, I would have died or been sold into slavery! I don’t know how I can repay you, but if you give me a little time, I’ll find some way, no matter what it takes..."

"C-calm down. I didn’t save you because I wanted anything in return. And a boy shouldn’t say things like that so casually."

I had no idea what exactly a man should not say... Did I seem to lack self-esteem?

Well, I was not the sort to worry about that, so I continued.

"No! Not only did you save me, you sheltered me as well, didn’t you? I owe you my life twice over. I may be lacking, but I’ll repay you somehow..."

The beautiful woman placed a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back down onto the bed.

"A-all right, so calm down and eat first."

She plunked a tray onto my lap and put a spoon in my hand.

What was with this woman? Were the fox ears fake, and was she actually an angel?

"You’re even providing me with a meal... My debt just keeps growing..."

"Eat up."

"Yes, ma’am."

When I opened the lid, there was a thin soup steaming inside.

I scooped up the large, tenderly cooked chunks of vegetables and meat and put them in my mouth.

"!!!!"

It was not some exquisite delicacy, but the saltiness bursting across my tongue was incredibly satisfying.

The warm food going down and filling my empty stomach was wonderful too.

Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.

As I mindlessly devoured the soup, the beautiful woman, who had been staring blankly at me, stroked my head.

"Munch munch...?"

"Oh? Sorry, sweetie. Go ahead and finish eating."

It was not as though she had anything to apologize for, so I leaned my head toward her.

"My?"

"It’s fi... gulp! It’s fine."

"...Is that so?"

It was not like my hair would wear away. Rather than some grimy guy, was it not a huge win to have the beautiful woman who saved my life pat my head?

As she petted me while I ate, I soon emptied the entire bowl.

I gently set the empty bowl on the tray and got down on my knees.

"Thank you for the meal, my benefactor. It was delicious."

"Hehe, that’s a relief. But you don’t need to kneel."

"No, this is how I was taught at home."

"I-is that so? You must come from a strict household. Where are you from?"

"I’m from Ko..."

Ah, could I really say I was from Korea here...? The answer was probably no.

This was a world where a beautiful woman had twitching ears on top of her head, slave traders bought and sold people, and, suspiciously enough, we could understand each other.

As I agonized over how to answer, the beautiful woman tilted her head.

"Ko?"

"Ko... is the only thing I remember."

"My goodness... You have no memories?"

"Yes."

"But didn’t you just talk about your household?"

Why was I really this stupid...?

I’m sorry I can’t be honest with you, my benefactor!

"That was... etiquette my body remembered."

The beautiful woman looked at me with an unconvinced expression. Still, she seemed to let it pass.

"??? I... see...? Then what sorts of things do you remember?"

"My name. I’m Jang Ryu-o. If you don’t mind, may I ask your name?"

The beautiful woman before me smiled softly.

"Jang Ryu-o... Hehe, that’s a lovely name. My name is Arin. I don’t have a family name..."

"I think your name is as beautiful as your face, my benefactor."

Arin’s expression turned awkward at my words.

Honestly, that hurt a little... I had sincerely complimented her to express my gratitude...

Arin stroked my head as she spoke.

"Do you... say things like that to other women too?"

"?? You’re the first person I’ve ever said that to, my benefactor."

"You mustn’t go around saying things like that, all right?"

"Yes..."

Apparently, it had been a bad line.

I steadied my wavering thoughts and was about to ask where this place was when...

Stare...

Arin, who had been stroking my head, lowered her hand and began staring intently at my body.

"My benefactor?"

"Sweetie, earlier you said I could ask anything of you, didn’t you?"

"Yes, just say the word."

Arin, who had been staring at my body, spoke.

"Would it be all right if I examined your body closely?"

"...Pardon?"

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