Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: 2. Escape (1)
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To make the most of anything I could use for the escape, I'd use it.
For starters, while eating dinner, I called over Guard Captain Jack and asked for his help.
I used the excuse of being poisoned, saying I was scared and begging him to make sure no one came to my room tonight.
That should buy me at least a little time before they notice I'm gone.
I remembered how the guards would occasionally come by while I was sleeping and finish inside me before leaving, so this would help a lot.
Thinking about my coquettish voice begging Jack to protect me even now made me want to puke, but it was an unavoidable sacrifice.
'Yeah, yeah, flirting is better than getting fucked... mm-hmm.'
I had to rationalize it, or my mind would break.
The inn where I was staying was on the seventh floor. Naturally, no one would ever imagine I'd do something insane like jumping out the window from here.
I wouldn't have believed it either, but looking down from above, I could see ledges on the windows of each floor. I'd step on those and climb down floor by floor.
'It sounds crazy, but it's the only way.
There's no elevator, so to get out from the seventh floor, I'd have to get past the guards on every level. That's impossible.
I'd planned to stay up until around 5 a.m., when all the brothel's business wrapped up, sensing for any hint of mana that might awaken.'
'If I could just become a mana user, it'd be so much easier... but this is a risk-free gamble.'
I'd definitely invested 8 points in mana talent, right? For a normal person, 8 would be exceptionally high, so who knows?
But in the end, I never felt even a trace of mana before it was time to make my move.
All the brothel's lights went out, and the prostitutes' fake moans finally faded away.
By the clock, it had to be around 4 or 5 a.m. The goal was to escape before dawn broke.
To be safe in case Jack was still awake outside my door, I carefully opened the window.
-Creak-
'Gasp! No way that sound carried.'
Facing the chilly pre-dawn breeze, I cautiously stepped out.
Climbing onto the window frame, a gust of wind whooshed by, lifting my skirt slightly.
'Goddamn it... why are there no panties in the room...'
The wind kept teasing glimpses of my pussy lips, but that wasn't the important part right now.
Holding onto the window frame from behind, I looked down from the seventh floor, and vertigo hit me hard.
Roughly 20 meters to the ground, about 2.5 meters between floors.
Eyeing the distance to the sixth-floor window ledge, I realized my plan was even crazier than I'd thought.
'Fuck, this won't work. The ledge is barely three finger-widths out, and if I miss grabbing it, I'll bounce right off.'
'To minimize the distance, I need to hang from under the window frame first, then drop.'
Even so, Charlotte's body was strong enough that hanging from the underside of the frame was doable.
Now the remaining gap was about 2 meters.
I'd have to hit the ledge with both hands and feet at once. If I only aimed with my feet, I'd slip for sure.
Now it was do or die—I had to jump. Better than hanging here until my strength gave out and I fell.
'Please, please grab on! Gasp!!'
Charlotte let go of the frame and slid down the wall, about 4-5 cm away, reaching for the sixth-floor ledge...
But then, something I never expected got in the way.
Squish~
Charlotte's massive breasts smacked right into the ledge she'd been aiming for with her hands,
and the rebound sent her flying back off the wall into midair.
'Gaaah!! Fuck, I didn't think my tits would get caught!'
No time—falling backward like this would smash my head on impact. Instant death.
Fortunately, Charlotte's physical prowess and reflexes were superhuman.
Somehow, she twisted her body midair to land properly.
'If I'm escaping, my legs have to stay intact. Better sacrifice the arms.'
In the frantic moment, she went with the best option.
She tensed her arms hard! One slip-up hitting her head meant death.
Thud~
'Gaaaaah!!!! My arms... my arms...'
With insane willpower, she stifled the scream trying to burst out.
Was this a success? Well, she'd at least landed on her arms.
But absorbing the full impact with just her arms had wrecked them, of course.
Shoulders and elbows dislocated, bones from fingers to wrists shattered.
In between, shards of bone had torn through the flesh, white fragments jutting out here and there as blood poured freely.
Suddenly, this fantasy story had turned into a gore fest.
'No way I can escape like this. I'll collapse from pain while running or bleed out. Should I just go back? Maybe say I tried to kill myself from exhaustion and get some vacation time?'
For a moment, I thought getting fucked by guys might be better than this agony.
As I lay there, enduring the pain and pondering for a few minutes,
'Huh? It doesn't hurt as much as I thought...?'
Looking at my arms, the bleeding had already stopped, and the grotesque bone shards were gone.
Even better, when I moved them, they hurt a bit but actually worked.
'What? How...? Oh, right! My trait! [Troll's Regeneration]. I slotted it in to recover from rough sex without cooldown... turns out it's insanely good.'
'Am I the one with intelligence downgraded to 2? If I'd remembered, I could've just bungee-jumped straight down instead of freaking out.'
-Whish whish
'Aaaagh!!'
I'd thought my arms were healed and swung them around, only to feel pain in my shoulder.
Ah, looks like bigger injuries take a little longer...
That was fine.
Buoyed by confidence now, I shook the blood off my arms, wiped the rest roughly on the wall, and started running to escape.
The brothel had a wall about 3 meters high around it, aside from the entrance.
Luckily, no guards were watching this side.
There were supposed to be periodic patrols, but how diligent could guys working here really be? Some guard passed out after fucking a whore was Charlotte's good fortune.
The wall was a cinch—just a quick jump and a hand on top, vaulting over with only slight pain from my arms.
This body's physicality really shone; it felt better than my old male body.
Having (somehow) escaped the brothel safely(?), Charlotte was plunged into yet another massive dilemma.
'So... where do I go now?'
Having worked at the brothel since childhood and become a prostitute, Charlotte had hardly ever been outside.
The market was about as far as she'd gone; she'd never even seen the city gates.
First things first—escape the brothel, so I just kept running.
'Is this the right way...?'
Charlotte's current state: her top barely covered her breasts, nipples just hidden; bottom so short that ass cheeks and pussy lips peeked out with every step. No panties, no bra, barefoot, strutting through the city streets in a slutty negligee.
Thankfully, it was dawn and no one was around, or I'd die of shame before anyone could catch me.
Her massive tits bounced wildly while running, so she clutched them with both hands—anyone seeing would think she was some sleepwalking lunatic whore.
'But how do I fix not having clothes in the room...? Why did this bitch live without even underwear?'
Recalling her routine: sex-eat-sleep, repeat all day. No wonder she didn't need clothes.
Sex, food, sleep! Clothing seemed optional.
Even funnier, the negligee she usually wore was only because the doctors came and went, so they made her wear it out of embarrassment.
Swallowing my shame, I ran toward what looked like the main road for a few minutes until the city walls and gates came into view in the distance.
Hiding around a nearby corner, I peeked out cautiously.
It'd be nice if the gates were empty, but predictably, soldiers guarded them.
Total of five.
One looked like the captain, the other four regular soldiers.
They weren't all asleep—probably because it wasn't some tiny town.
Turning back now would make all this effort pointless, and escaping later would be even harder. No choice but to push forward.
Think, I can do this!! I'm not some brain-dead Charlotte with intelligence 2!
Charlotte caught her breath and walked slowly toward the soldiers, trying to look casual.
The soldiers spotted her and went wide-eyed, freezing like they'd been hit with a petrification curse.
From their perspective, a stunning beauty suddenly appeared at dawn, moonlight on her nearly bare breasts, hips swaying seductively—no wonder they wondered if it was a dream or reality.
Seeing the dazed soldiers, Charlotte figured this was her chance to sweet-talk them and opened her mouth,
"Hey~ aren't you Charlotte?"
The guard captain's words, sounding like he recognized her, made Charlotte freeze just like the soldiers.
'Damn...! What the hell...? How does the guard captain know me? Was he a customer?'
"No reason for you to be here at this hour...?"
As the captain eyed her suspiciously, Charlotte broke into a cold sweat and started racking her brain.
'Gotta think... staying quiet means I'll end up as a cum dump again...'
'Lucky for me, he doesn't know I've escaped the brothel yet. There's hope! Male pride can wait.'
"What brings you here.."
"Hwaaaang~~ Please help me... sob sob"
Charlotte burst into tears and threw herself into the guard captain's arms.
A woman's tears are a weapon, right?