Sorry!
I'd spent the whole night peering out the window, and before I knew it, morning had arrived. I considered catching a quick nap, but with no clue when Als or Lizbet might show up, sleep was impossible. As the night dragged on in quiet reflection, the fear slowly ebbed away, replaced by a growing anger toward Lizbet.
"No... fuck, thinking about it, she was the one who fed me those mushrooms first—that was her mistake, right? If not for that, would I have gotten so worked up? And if she didn't want to, she could've just said no! She went ahead and jerked me off without even refusing!"
The memory of how I'd half-threatened her nagged at me, but my brain, desperate to dodge responsibility, shoved it into a dark corner. In my rewritten version of events, Lizbet had basically asked for a handjob; I'd obliged without protest, and she'd passed out on her own.
"Yeah, what the hell did I do wrong!? Fuck, she just did it! I'm walking tall from now on, fuck yeah!"
Ignoring the screams of my conscience insisting I was guilty as sin, I headed out of the warehouse. After some thought, I decided on the guild management office first—curious if Lizbet had blabbed anything.
Strutting up with my chin held artificially high to drown out my guilt, my conscience suddenly lunged out like "YOU PSYCHO BASTARD!" and socked me in the gut. I deflated instantly, ducking under the window to eavesdrop instead of barging in.
Adventurer chatter drifted out—nothing juicy, just mundane bullshit. There was some talk about me: I was a bit dicey now, but worth recruiting once I humanized. Looked like Lizbet hadn't spilled at the office.
"Phew... dodged a bullet..."
After confirming no voices from Als or Lizbet, I stepped inside.
"Ah, Sema! Hello!"
"Hey Sera! Good morning!"
Sera's smiling welcome erased the last of my worries, letting me beam back brightly. Thanks, Lizbet. Won't forget the favor! ...Gonna steer clear, though.
"Perfect timing! Als was waiting—he said he's super grateful!"
Thump. Felt like my heart dropped. Wait, I hadn't heard his voice? Even with my sharp animal ears in this big office, nothing?
"You seemed to step out briefly after breakfast... Ah, there he is!"
Sera pointed, and there was Als waving with a grin. Behind him... Lizbet glowered at me, face all sulky.
'Fuck... I'm screwed...'
Unable to read if Als's smile meant "glad to see ya" or "time to die," I stiff-legged my way over.
"Hey Sema. Breakfast?"
"B-breakfast? Oh~ yeah, ate. Fine, fine."
"Cool. Lizbet's there—wanna chat quick?"
"Ch-chat!? Uh, y-yeah, chatting's great."
I had no clue what was coming out of my mouth. Stomach twisting like pins and needles, I trailed Als to Lizbet.
"Uh, hi Lizbet?"
"......Hi."
Trembling, I greeted her; she replied with the same pouty glare. What the hell—was it amnesia!? Or "you're dead"!?!
"First off... thanks a ton, Sema."
"Uh, yeah?"
Als sat and launched into gratitude. For what?
"Heard you gave Lizbet full credit for the griffon. She said you took it down together, but it got hyped as her solo kill."
"Ah, that~"
Amnesia confirmed, probably. If she remembered, she'd skip thanks and team up with Als to murder me.
"Sorry I couldn't keep up, but you helped anyway—huge for us building rep. Plus, you carried fainted Lizbet back? Contract was just 1 copper out of courtesy; feels like we got the steal."
"Haha, no biggie! Forget it! Good experience for me too!"
Lizbet's eyes flashed sharp for a split second—nah, illusion. If no amnesia, she'd never stay this chill after that.
"So... wanna join our guild for real?"
"Hmm~ guild..."
The official invite snapped me out of worry mode; my brain started crunching numbers. Regular guild member—like a job offer back on Earth. First humans I met, closest buds making the pitch. Tempting, but freedom over chains screamed louder in my heart.
"Hmm... wanna mull joining... wanna roam free, try stuff."
"Yeah, fair. You're fresh to city life as a Divine Beast. How about..."
Als pitched a temp contract: quest with them unless busy. Join Madel's Light later, or bail to another guild—no hard feelings. They really wanted to team with their benefactor.
"If that's it, I'm grateful!"
"Haha, thanks Sema. Gotta hit south gate now. Dungeon party's gear arrived yesterday—need to check. Back by evening; pick quest then, hit tomorrow?"
"Sure. Tons of village spots unseen. But hero summons deets?"
"Can't spill yet. Will when confirmed. Might turn guild quest. Details classified..."
Some big shit brewing. Heroes dragged around, reason top secret.
"Said hi, so south gate it is... Lizbet, you coming? Can."
Als stood, asking her. Duh, together? You're dating—what's to ask?
Figured she'd tag along, but Lizbet surprised.
"......Touring village with Sema. Shops to hit."
"Yeah. Guide good. Won't eat till evening—go ahead if late."
"Yeah, later."
Lizbet replied staring me down, ignoring Als. He grinned "see ya" and bounced.
Wait—leaving your girl like that? Said she could come?
"......"
"......"
Her stare burned holes. Why the pout? Intense enough to doubt amnesia.
Say something, damn it... Dodging eyes desperately...
"......Follow."
"Uh, yeah? Got it."
Trailing Lizbet's silent back, my heart pounded uneasily. Eyes still stuck on me from passersby, but I barely registered them. Couldn't read her vibe: pure rage, or something else?
Separately, her outfit was new—not the usual. Tight white shirt clinging to her massive tits, loose red cardigan over it, pleated check skirt fluttering like her old ones, white stockings with a subtle different pattern, black low heels. Plain overall, but matched her rosy pink hair perfectly. Felt like dug-out old clothes, though.
Problem: no cape meant her curves were on full display. Even that modest back view hit too hard—self-control only from yesterday's handjob. Otherwise, my horse cock would've raged.
"......"
Followed wordlessly awhile; crowds thinned. Shop in some back alley?
Voices faded to nothing...
"......?"
She stopped at a dead-end alley walled off. What? No shop?
Thought that, then she whipped around.
"Nothing to say to me?"
Sharp as knives. To say? N-no way...
"Pfu, puruk!? W-what!?"
Blurted animal noise, stammering back. No way, right? Amnesia, please say yes!
"......"
She eyed me, spun, strode deeper, plopped on a rickety wooden crate. Crossed legs, arms folded, glare intensified.
"...About making me jerk your horse cock."
"I'M SORRY!!!!!!"
I slammed my horse head straight into the dirt.