Chapter 51
“Th-this is, uh, you know, that. It’s pus. Pus.”
It was pus from my dick.
The fact that it kept coming no matter how much I squeezed made it a perfectly apt description.
‘Fuck.’
No, you fucking idiot Nord. Come up with a more sensible excuse.
I could hear my own mental state cracking. What idiot would fall for an excuse like that? That was absolutely impossible.
“P-pus?! Do you have some kind of skin disease?!”
But then—ta-da.
I guess there’s no such thing as absolute certainty in this world.
When I mentioned a skin disease, the middle-aged men panicked and thrashed around as if they’d been told that the shit they’d just stepped in was actually a testicle that had fallen off my dick. It seemed they’d been fooled because the semen hadn’t flowed across to their side.
“What kind of fucking bastard are you?! If you had a skin disease, you should’ve said so from the start, damn it!”
“Uh, th-the thing is, they say it isn’t contagious. Anyway, that’s how it is.”
“It’s not the contagion that worries me! I’m afraid of catching bad luck, damn it!!”
I heard hurried footsteps retreating and the sound of clothes being put on. The man who had been about to wash was putting his clothes back on. In this world, disease was a symbol of terror, so I couldn’t blame him.
Patter-patter-patter─.
Splash─ Splash─.
I deliberately moved my legs to splash water, covering the sound of semen pouring into the ravine.
The side effect of this act was that I ended up making a crouching dash into Frang’s cervix like a bull, but I had no fucking choice but to accept it.
“Damn it. Nothing’s going right. I’m leaving, so wash as you please. Or go to a bathhouse or something, damn it.”
“Won’t they kick you out there too if you tell them you fell into a shit tank?”
“I told you I’d kill you if you pulled that shit one more time!!”
“Hwahahahaha!!”
The uninvited guests vanished, laughing among themselves. I waited a moment as they fled rapidly through the brush, then poked my head out from behind the rock.
─Peek.
There was no one there. All I could see was the backs of the two uncles running far, far away.
Finally calming down, I relaxed my shoulders and let Frang go.
“Haaah... Frang. It’s okay now. Those men are gone.”
But why wasn’t she answering?
“…Frang?”
“…Gevut.”
Gevut.
That was apparently her answer.
“F-Frang? Try answering me.”
“…Nyeeeh.”
“Fuck, don’t start that too! I’ll try not to make any more teeeh-dedet noises either!”
Frang’s uncharacteristic response made me anxious. I hurriedly pulled my dick out of Frang’s pussy; her eyes were half rolled back.
Sluuuurp-pop-pop-pop─.
The cervix that had clamped around my glans clung to it before letting go, like a mother sending off her child.
─Pop.
As I pulled my dick all the way out, white semen gushed out with a sound like a sealed container being opened. I grabbed Frang by the solar plexus and performed the Heimlich maneuver.
“Frang! Don’t die! It’s all my fault!! Don’t leave me!!”
Press! Press! Press!
“Hic, kkh, hheuk….”
Frang, who had been making sounds like a chicken-crowing toy, finally coughed hoarsely under my tearful Heimlich maneuver.
“H-huh...?”
“Frang!! Are you conscious?! Can you tell how many fingers I’m holding up?!”
After waking up and looking around, Frang watched as I held up my fingers and waved them before her eyes. If she couldn’t say the correct number, I was going to abandon the quest and go to a temple.
“Nord…? Why are you holding up only your middle and ring fingers…?”
“Fuck!! Thank God!!”
“Huh…?”
As tears poured from my eyes, I pulled Frang into my arms. If I’d lost my first lover not to orgasmic death but to death below the belly (腹下死), I would have committed a Techno Break suicide too.
“U-uh…? Nord, what happened to those people?”
“They left. When I told them I had a skin disease, they got scared and ran.”
“Th-they did? Anyway, can you put me down now?”
“Oh, right.”
Since she was light and small, I had kept holding her. When I set Frang down, her legs trembled, and she couldn’t stand properly. I was afraid to take my supporting hand away from under her armpit.
“…Frang. Can you stand?”
“No… I don’t think I can.”
It certainly looked that way. If I let go here, I could already picture her diving—or rather, sinking. She’d go glug-glug and sink, never to rise again.
“…I’ll carry you. Let’s get back to shore.”
“Thanks. …When did I faint?”
As I started moving with her in my arms, princess-style, Frang asked.
“I’m not entirely sure myself. But either way, it was all my fault.”
I apologized sincerely. Whatever the reason, it was entirely my fault that I’d made Frang unable to breathe.
“Frang, I covered your mouth because I thought you were going to moan, but even if I wasn’t in my right mind, I shouldn’t have done that. I was really in the wrong. I’m sorry. I apologize.”
“No. If you hadn’t, we definitely would’ve been discovered, so I don’t really mind. Um… but, you know?”
Frang covered the corners of her mouth with both hands and whispered into my ear.
“…It felt really good.”
“…Y-yeah. Thanks for forgiving me.”
Even as I answered, the corners of my mouth trembled.
It felt like I’d done something I really shouldn’t have. Had I subjected Frang, who had only become an adult one or two years ago, to a sex experience that was too hardcore?
Frang had learned most of her sexual knowledge from otherworldly pornographic material, after all. A licentious half-dwarf girl (21 years old) who’d attempted her first blowjob just thirty minutes after her first kiss.
In the mere four times she’d had sex, she’d already climaxed to unconsciousness twice and even squirted, so of course I couldn’t help seriously worrying that she might develop a warped sexual preference.
Especially this time—though it was absolutely not my intention—I’d made her personally experience a hardcore act that would make even Japanese yakuza who filmed AVs wash their hands of it and run.
Outdoor play + choking play + womb sex. What kind of hellscape was this?
There seemed to be something seriously wrong with the sensibility that let her end such hardcore sex by simply saying it felt good. If Frang did develop that preference, I could accommodate her, but hardcore intercourse that harmed her health was beyond my standards.
“…Frang. Let’s work only through today, then go to a temple together tomorrow.”
“A temple…? I don’t have any pain anywhere. Did you get hurt somewhere, Nord?”
“You’re supposed to go to a hospital before you’re injured.”
For the sake of my mental health and Frang’s body, too.
***
After finishing our bath, we returned to the farmland.
After breakfast and a rest, Frang had apparently recovered enough strength to work. Was her body adapting?
“Adventurers. Please work hard again today.”
After the slave secretary’s remarks, now as familiar as morning roll call, we were put to work harvesting. I activated Beast Regression and picked up my scythe.
“High mountain, deep valley~ Silent~ mountains and rivers~.”
Swish! Swish!
As I harvested with the sharply honed scythe, I sang a work song. The work reminded me of my days in the army, so military songs kept popping out. Fuck, wasn’t this a form of PTSD too?
Still, the song itself was a classic, so it rolled easily off my tongue.
“We go to the snow-covered front line~ …Huh?”
It happened while I was happily singing and cosplaying as a farmer. The wheat field in front of me rustled, then suddenly bulged upward.
No, it wasn’t the wheat field itself that rose; the thing hiding in it had lifted its head. Only its head suddenly poked up among the wheat.
It was a goofy-looking furry creature. If a fawn had been smacked in the face with a pork-cutlet hammer ten times a day from infancy as it grew up, it would probably look like that.
A creature with absurdly large round ears and a pair of dick-sized fangs jutting out of its muzzle was particularly striking.
“Why-yaaak.”
It was a water deer.
No matter how I examined it, it was a water deer through and through.
Fuck, there were water deer in this otherworld too? I’d never even known they existed because I had no interest in them. The appearance of that horribly nostalgic pest was so absurd I felt like my mind might explode.
“They said these fucking assholes were endangered, so why are they everywhere I go?”
Maybe it had come because the military song reminded it of home. I waved my hand at it irritably.
“Shoo, shoo. Leave while I’m asking nicely. Big brother’s got work to do.”
Respect for animals? Fuck that. I’m not a PETA member. No matter how much they screeched about water deer being endangered, to South Korean soldiers who had completed their Army service, they were merely vermin.
More than anything, weren’t these bastards a legendary breed of morons that made it obvious why they were endangered after watching them for just a month?
Was it when I was a private? There was an incident where these bastards died in droves in the sector.
In rear-area units, where seeing about one dead water deer per season was practically a tradition, things were unusually serious that time, and it turned into a whole incident where the low-ranking rookies who’d gone out in a vehicle had to clear away water-deer corpses.
The water deer corpse was fucking heavy, probably because of whatever it had eaten, and several people had to carry it. But only two or three people could ride in the front of the e-Mighty.
In the end, the rookies had no choice but to ride in the back with the water-deer corpse. Including me, since I was a private too.
I still vividly remember the three-and-a-half-hour National Geographic driving experience, rattling around in the back of the e-Mighty with the water-deer corpse while wearing a poncho.
─You’re a veterinary student, so you’re used to this, right?
The platoon leader’s fucking idiotic logic also came vividly back to me.
Fuck, if veterinary students are used to clearing animal corpses, then why do career soldiers get PTSD from seeing human corpses, you fucking bastards?
Anyway, I hated water deer because of experiences like that. It was lucky it had been winter; if it had been summer, seeing a corpse buzzing with flies would have traumatized me, and I might have been medically discharged and dropped out of veterinary school.
Wouldn’t I deserve to be considered merciful just for not immediately trying to kill the water deer that appeared before me?
“Now that you know, get lost. I’ll let you off, so go back to your own home.”
Shoo, shoo. Even though I waved my hand and told it to go, the fucking bastard merely stared at me with that uniquely punchable, useless face of its.
Its eyes were fucking sparkly, too, the little shit.
“Why are you so fat, too? Are you the Obesity Platoon? Is your esteemed father a wild boar?”
Maybe it was a half-water-deer born between a wild boar and a water deer. Weren’t both of them the Animal Friends of South Korean soldiers?
No, more importantly, what kind of wild animal came this close to people and just stood there without running away?
‘Fuck. Should I try speaking Water Deer?’
I could communicate with flying sex parrots, so what was there I couldn’t do? If I just cried “why-yaaak” to mean “get the fuck out of here,” it would probably leave me alone. Just as I thought that and opened my mouth—
─It sprang upright.
The water deer that had been glaring at me stood up on two legs.
“──Fuck?”
For about three seconds, I couldn’t process what my eyes were seeing.
The water deer stood up? On two legs? WHY?
Crack-crack─.
The water deer’s front-leg shoulder joints spread sideways like a Voltron combining robot, and its frame swelled into the body of a huge kangaroo.
I’d never even imagined that a creature’s shoulder joints could have such a wide range of motion.
If this fucking bastard tried just a little harder, couldn’t it tuck its head inside its ribs, pop out a robot head, and become a water-deer combining robot that robbed the snot-nosed pocket money of otherworldly brats?
It was a shocking sight, enough to inspire thoughts like that.
“──Why-yaaak. (Food.)”
The water deer spoke.
While flaunting a macho body that put an Austrian kangaroo to shame beneath its mild face.
“Why-yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!! (Fooooooood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)”
“You fucking startled me!!!!!”
Slash!!
Startled by the bipedal water deer’s sudden roar, I swung my scythe. Combining Beast Regression’s strength with the sharpness of Clara’s handmade scythe, I sent the water deer’s head flying through the air, complete with its upper trapezius muscles and spinal bones.
Whoosh─.
Thump.
The water deer’s body, its lid popped off by my preemptive strike, fell backward. Blood spurted out like a burst water balloon, pulsing in time with the corpse’s heartbeat.
─Gush. Gush.
It was a gruesome sight, but after living in this otherworld and seeing things like it until I was sick of them, I didn’t have any particular reaction.
“That scared the shit out of me…. What the hell was that?”
It was a fucking insane bipedal kangaroo-water-deer. I wasn’t joking when I said I was more shocked than the first time I’d seen a monster.
After three years of living in this otherworld, I’d thought I could take even a three-copper-per-night inn bed transforming into Megatron one day and firing guns at me in stride.
“A herd of Bonodiers──!!!!!”
But the situation didn’t end there.
Just as I was looking at the blood on my scythe and wondering what to wipe it off with, a huge scream came from behind me.
“Graaah!!!”
The shrill adventurer’s scream was drowned out by the walking water deer piling onto him.
Hotulusil’s wheat field had been attacked by bipedal windmill water deer.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
I had been wondering why my life had been so quiet these past few days.