Do I Still Smell Bad to You?

A street a few blocks away from the downtown area.

We hadn't even walked for a few minutes, but the atmosphere of the place changed.

"Why are you asking to drink in a place like this..."

"I know a place run by an acquaintance. What, are you scared?"

"I'm not?! It's just that I figured we were going somewhere that looks just like you, why!"

"What's wrong with how I look?"

Do you not look in the mirror or something?

The place I followed Cheon Hae-won to had the appearance of what you'd call the "underworld."

Compared to the lively, crowded downtown area, most of the people here were just gangs gathered together with expressions full of bravado.

Love hotels, bunny girl clubs, and red, suggestive lights were everywhere.

It's the kind of back-alley scenery you commonly see in RPG Maker adult games.

"Hey, there are chicks walking around just like you."

"Are combat uniforms and bunny girl outfits the same to you?!"

"Comparing balloons to flat-chested boards is rude, though~"

Every now and then, couples would enter hotels that shimmered with pink light, and there were several bunny girls walking around wearing rabbit ear headbands to promote their shops.

Uh, um... there are a lot of red lights where the bunny girl nunna-s are.

More than that, I was in that kind of outfit at the subjugation site, right?

'... Again.'

The feeling I got from the Circle thugs.

My face burned at the thought that I had actually worn such things, and at the same time, I felt sticky, unpleasant gazes.

It seems like after becoming Kwon Do-ah, I've become able to tell where the other person is looking at me, but...

Right now, rather than exploring this newly acquired sense, I wanted to send a look of contempt toward the giggling gang.

It was then that a few of the gang members who made eye contact with me started closing the distance.

Cheon Hae-won, who had been following behind me, pulled me in and held me in his arms.

Then, the hand he placed on my shoulder moved lower and lower—

"Waung...?! Hiit, where are you touching all of a sudden!?"

"If we cause a scene in front of the shop, that bitch will throw a fit. Why do you pick fights when you're weak?"

Cheon Hae-won is using enough force to make the ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠arm holding my wrist tremble, but it won't budge.

It feels like a tingling electric shock is sweeping through my body.

"Kkueut, kkeu... Hey, let go while I'm asking nicely?"

"I'll handle it, so keep your mouth shut, kid."

"Then grab me gently...!"

I can at least cover the handprint left on my butt with pants, but it's impossible to cover my side-boob with a uniform dress shirt.

Far from listening to me, Cheon Hae-won held me even tighter, applying more force.

I felt the back of my head hit a hard wall.

"Sorry guys, my mutt has bad manners~"

"Who's your mutt— Kyaout?! Seriously, don't grab me..."

"I'll train her later, so why don't you just leave?"

"What are you saying after doing all that mocking?"

The man closest to Cheon Hae-won pulled a knife from his jacket.

A sashimi knife, the narrow and long kind usually used at raw fish restaurants.

Perhaps he only pulled it out for simple intimidation; there were no traces of dried blood on the blade or handle.

The man grinned, holding the knife to Cheon Hae-won's neck.

"You're the one who should leave her and get lost if you don't want to die, huh? Keuk..."

"... Haa."

Cheon Hae-won grabbed the tip of the sashimi knife with his thumb and index finger and slowly curled it into a circle.

The flustered man tried to pull the sword back, but instead lost his grip on the handle and fell backward.

Cheon Hae-won snorted while looking at the rolled-up sashimi knife.

"Is this really iron? It's softer than the kid here. Ah, I don't know about the chest, but your butt is better."

"Fu, fucking Awakened...! Everyone run!"

"Hey, you have to take what you left behind~!"

Cheon Hae-won balled the sashimi knife in his hand into a ball and threw it like a fastball.

Ppaak-! The object, which could no longer be called a knife, hit the hand of the man who had been threatening us.

"Kkuaaaak!!"

Seeing them lose their will to fight just because he's an Awakened, it seems this is a category that ordinary people can't mess with.

The man clutched his wrist and looked back, but soon turned pale and fled the back alley with his gang.

"I don't know why Yong-i runs a business in a place like this..."

"Then let go already...! How long are you going to keep holding me!?"

Taking advantage of Cheon Hae-won's grumbling, I barely managed to shake off his hand and escape from him.

I snuck a peek inside my short sleeve, and sure enough.

Another handprint was imprinted there.

"You really...!"

"Eh, didn't I grab your shoulder? I thought it was your chest because there was something to grab."

If I were a woman, that would have sounded like a deeply insulting remark.

I'm the fool for following him all the way here.

He acts like he doesn't see me as a woman while being sarcastic, but it's clear he intends to get me heavily drunk and then fuck me.

Just as I was about to leave him and head back to Aisha's place.

"So cuuute~~!!"

"Ubeup?!"

This time, I was pounced on by a woman who smelled refreshing.

"What's your name, baby? How old are you, baby? What's your cup size, baby? When is your ovulation day, baby? What's up with that damn monkey, giving me such a precious virgin as a gift! Uhihi, uhihihihit..."

"Yong-ah, she's my mutt, so stop acting crazy and put her down."

Ah, crazy.

I should have realized it from the moment he said "acquaintance."

Like attracts like, there's no way someone he knows would be normal.

"Tch... damn monkey."

I looked up at the woman who had put me down, looking disappointed at Cheon Hae-won's instruction.

Massive breasts that obscured her neck and collarbone.

Her features were a horn protruding from the center of her forehead and a colorful tail swaying left and right.

"I'm Yong. I'm the owner of the bar next door, Hallstail. What's your name, baby?"

"Kwo, Kwon Do-ah... is my name."

"Even your name is cute~ Sorry for startling you, you came to drink with the monkey, right? As an apology, unnie will give you carrot cookies on the house!"

I thought she was a horse beastman, but her name is Yong (Dragon).

When she was talking about ovulation days and virgins, I thought she was a crazy bitch, but at least she seemed to have more business ethics than Cheon Hae-won.

She's strangely drooling while looking at me... is she just a yuri character who likes girls?

Aisha and Arnes have people they love, and Yoon Sia had a strong 4D personality, so it was about time a character with this orientation appeared.

I thought it would be much better to live as a lesbian than to fall into being Cheon Hae-won's bitch.

"Kid, that bastard is intersex."

"... Huh? Intersex?"

"She has a dick. The number of women she's fucked since way back is in the triple digits. She's a unicorn, so she only eats virgins. She's a fucking disgusting bastard."

Pardon?

Now that I think about it, is the skinny jeans she's wearing starting to bulge out?

"Disgusting? To mass-produce virgins, the only way is to get virgins pregnant, right? I don't want to give them to ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠other men, so I'm just doing it with a heart full of tears! Now, Do-ah, come here~"

"Kyaaaaaak!?!? Cheon Hae-won, Cheon Hae-wooooon!!"

"Puhah! I warned her beforehand not to touch Isha, but what should I do about you... If you bow your head, I might consider—"

Pong-!

"Please save me! Please! Pleaase~!!"

"...... She's fast."

This was the moment when my only C-rank stat, Agility, finally shone.

Until Yong agreed not to touch me, I had to stick close behind Cheon Hae-won and experience the feeling of livestock being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

Thank you, my hero.

Bar Hallstail.

It's my first time coming to a bar like this, but for a place run by a futanari horse-head, the interior was more normal than I thought.

It's a spacious shop with tables, a dartboard, and even pool, but Cheon Hae-won sat in front of the bartender where he could watch the mixing process.

He said he had to watch directly since he didn't know what she might shove into the alcohol.

... Okay, understood!

She's a unicorn who habitually engages in virgin-copying events, so there's no law saying she won't break a verbal contract.

"The monkey just needs his usual, and what would you like to drink, baby?"

Chak-

Yong handed me a menu along with carrot cookies.

Seeing that Cheon Hae-won isn't stopping me, it seems it's safe to eat.

Wasak-

It was a normally delicious carrot cookie.

I opened the menu while ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eating the cookie, but even though each cocktail had a detailed description, I didn't know what would taste good.

The price was also insane, enough to buy five cans of beer for just one glass.

I asked Cheon Hae-won, who was looking at his Artifact while eating a cookie.

"Are you rich?"

"Well, so-so. I said I'd buy, so don't worry about it and order whatever. You said you had something to talk about, more than eating."

That's true.

The reason I came to a bar run by a futanari was also because I had a lot to ask.

It certainly wasn't something to talk about in front of Aisha's house.

I closed the menu.

"U-um, Yong... -ssi?"

"You can call me Yong-unnie♥"

"Please give me a recommendation."

Not a man or a woman, and she wants to be called unnie, my ass.

I avoided Yong's eyes as much as possible and just shoved cookies into my mouth.

"What kind of taste do you like? Sweet? Or sour?"

"I'm kind of curious about something sour..."

"How should I make the alcohol content?"

"Uh... moderate?"

"How about refreshing? I mean carbonation."

"I think it would be good to have some."

"Order received~ I'll make it for you right away!"

After taking my order, Yong immediately started making the cocktail.

Perhaps she's faithful to her main job; unlike her face, which was ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠full of the intention to fuck me, she looked serious.

Unexpectedly, there were many types of alcohol going in, and I knew them all to be high-proof, so I asked out of concern, and she answered everything kindly.

"Vodka, tequila, rum, gin, all 15ml. It doesn't go in much, right? This is lemon juice, and the fruit I just squeezed is lime."

Chiik-

Yong poured cola into the glass, which was half-filled with alcohol, filling it to the brim.

"You put cola in it too..."

"This makes it go down smoothly. If you add cranberry juice, it becomes a cocktail that women like, but since you said you liked carbonation, I tried adding cola."

As a finishing touch, she added apple, lemon, and a mini umbrella decoration as a garnish to the glass, which was about to overflow.

Yong carefully pushed the finished glass in front of me.

"Long Island Iced Tea, enjoy."

Unlike Cheon Hae-won's glass, which she just threw at him with only liquor and no ice, what I received was very flashy.

It only smelled like fruit, too.

When I took a sip with a straw, an exclamation came out.

"It's delicious...!"

"Right? I'll be making some food, so call me if you need anything~"

It doesn't taste like alcohol at all!

At this rate, I won't get drunk no matter how much I drink, right?

I felt like a fool for being scared for no reason.

The moment Yong went into the kitchen and I was about to drink again, Cheon Hae-won put down the glass he was sipping from.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about when you found me?"

Oh, right.

I had a lot to ask.

Was it because it was such an intense day? Overcome by sudden fatigue, I pushed the glass away and slumped onto the table.