Chapter 12
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Hair Removal
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*Knock knock knock.*
"C-come in!"
*Creeeak!*
Hearing Sia's tense voice, I grabbed the paper bag with the stuff I'd picked up from the general store and stepped into her room.
"Y-you're here?"
"Yeah, Sia. Don't be so nervous."
"Okay..."
After our hearty, filling dinner, Sia had been smiling happily, but the moment I entered her room, her face was tight with anxiety as she sat on the bed, looking up at me.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing... just..."
Sia had relaxed a bit when she heard I'd figured out how to deal with her weird body changes, but now that I was actually in her room, curiosity and fear about her condition must have kicked in, making her shrink back a little.
Her outfit was similar to what she'd worn when I'd smacked her ass before.
A loose t-shirt, but thanks to her massive tits, the hem lifted like a curtain, revealing her pale belly and cute little navel.
The pants that had been soaked in cum and juices before were hard to wash, so they were finally dry and hanging by the window. Today, she was wearing even shorter, tighter light brown shorts.
One of Sia's favorite pairs—Claude had gotten ripped off by a wandering merchant who passed through the village, buying them as a "birthday present."
It was about seven years ago. Back then, Sia's body hadn't fully developed, so she'd worn them as shorts, but now that she was all grown up, they fit like men's trunk underwear—something you only wore to bed.
Thanks to her well-developed figure, they hugged her hips and ass tight, making her panty lines and even her cameltoe stand out perfectly.
No problem if she was wearing something snug today. She'd be taking it off soon enough anyway.
"Sia, I went around asking yesterday and today, you know?"
"Yeah... you were reading books and walking all over..."
"Yeah... sigh..."
"I-is it serious?"
"......"
I plopped down at the edge of the bed with a grave expression, and Sia's face darkened in turn, her pupils starting to shake.
"Ha..."
"W-why... tell me quick..."
Pulling the serious act, she crawled over on all fours, grabbed my sleeve, shook it, and started sniffling.
Leaning forward like that, her pale cleavage jiggled irregularly with her movements. Fucking hot.
"It's..."
"It's what?"
"Ever heard of cervical inflammation?"
"Cervi... what??"
I'm the brains of this party.
Claude's a simple brute who hates anything complicated, so he leaves everything except fighting to me. Sia's a bit dim too, so she takes whatever I say as gospel.
This isn't a world where commoners get higher education, so handling quests or reading complex contracts falls to the smartest of us three—me.
And with Sia's dependency quirk making her trust me even more, throwing together words from my past life knowledge into something fancy and plausible had question marks popping up on her face.
"W-what's that?"
"Listen up..."
And then the explanation followed. A disease that strikes women with incredibly low probability. Not even a quirk, so the church can't touch it—a rare condition.
Most other women wouldn't even know about it.
"You know Camella, right?"
"Yeah... the general store owner's wife..."
"She's got it too."
"Really?!"
"You know she doesn't have any kids, yeah?"
"Yeah..."
"This disease means you can't have kids."
"Huh?"
A married woman with kids would slip up somehow if she was cheating—mentioning the kid unconsciously or whatever. But digging through a year's worth of memories, Camella never once talked about any children.
And women like her who come on strong usually have husbands and kids, but there's always some hesitation at the crucial moment. She didn't have any, so no doubt about it.
No relations with her husband for eight years, and she jumped me after a few touches—probably because they couldn't have kids, so Johnson started fooling around or lost interest.
Doesn't matter if it's true anyway. I'm using the fact that Camella has no kids. I do most of the shopping at the store myself.
Sia's face twisted in shock at my words. And it crumpled further with the rest of the explanation.
"You know that white stuff?"
"...Y-yeah..."
"Uh... simple terms, it's like pus. Remember when Claude fell from that tree?"
"Yeah... the chief called the doctor... gasp!"
When we were kids, Claude was showing off climbing a tree. We cheered him on, he got cocky up top, and fell.
Luckily the tree was big, so he grabbed branches flailing and didn't get hurt bad, but his whole forearm got scraped up.
I'd seen the wounds on his injured arm crusted with white and yellowish pus.
Bringing up that memory turned Sia's face pale.
"Yeah, like that pus. When the disease builds up in your baby pouch, it fills with that stuff and comes out sometimes."
"Ah... aaaah...!"
Stick a dick in a pussy and cum, you get pregnant. That was the entirety of sex ed in this world.
Anything else? Don't stick it in during her period? Even I hadn't told Sia that obvious stuff before awakening.
Was worried if she learned how babies were made, she'd go beg Claude to fuck her.
After the local thugs groped her tits, she started avoiding all guys except me and Claude, so her parents didn't bother with much sex ed either.
Figured if she married, it'd be one of us anyway, and smart me would handle it.
Still, her mom had drilled in the basics—that the baby pouch is important, and the pussy's precious—so tears welled up in Sia's eyes.
Her dream was building a family with Claude.
But news like this—can't have kids—was a bolt from the blue. She burst into sobs.
"Waaaaaah!!! What do I do, Caaaain... sob!! Nooooo..."
I hugged her collapsing body and patted her back.
No guilt over the lie.
If this party lasted till Claude retired and he thought, "Hmm, take her?" it'd be a nightmare.
Was trying to link NTL blessing uses through Camella, failed today, but I'd figure it out soon.
Even without knowing the blessing fully, slowly molding Sia's body to my taste wouldn't mess up the big picture later.
"Hey... Sia, calm down. There's a way."
"Sob... hic!! Sniff!! R-really...?"
"Yeah."
I stroked her back steadily as she buried herself in my arms, crying her eyes out, and whispered calmly. Her body shuddered, and she looked up at me.
Pink bob, puppy-dog eyes soft and innocent, ruby-red gaze sparkling with tears. Made me want to see her dumb face drenched in pleasure too.
Built up the bullshit, time to drop the plan.
"Camella found out too late, so she can't have kids anymore... but she figured out how to manage her body."
"R-really?!!"
"Yeah... I begged her hard to tell me the method."
And for management: shave the hair and massage the pussy area regularly. Total bullshit.
"Th-that... shaving! Eek!!"
"Yeah, gotta start with this."
"U... ughhh..."
With that, I showed her my stubbly chin and dragged her to the bathroom, demonstrating with the inn's soap and my razor.
Of course, the shaving soap and blade for her later were pricier bait. If she bit, I'd kindly explain again.
Thought it was just soap for bubbles, but the instructions said dissolve a bit in water—it turned into a soft foam like the stuff from my past life. Pretty neat.
"I... I can't even prep veggies right. What if I cut myself..."
"Hmm... I showed you, so if you're careful, it'll be fine."
"Nooo... whine..."
"Can't do it for you, though."
"Huh?"
Shocked at having to shave her pussy hair clean, and after seeing me shave, she panicked and bit the bait hard.
"D-do it for me!! Cain!!"
"No... don't ask that."
"Pleaseee!!!"
"I said no!"
"Pleeease!!!"
"You gonna show it to me? Gotta see and touch to shave it."
"Eek...!"
Asking if she could spread her pussy in front of me, her hands flew to cover her crotch as her body twitched.
Sia might be dim, but she had shame.
During labyrinth runs, she'd yell not to come near when peeing or pooping, super careful in a corner.
Her begging me to shave her pubes? I set it up, but damn, it's hot.
Shrinking for a bit, head down, then she looked up pleading again.
"P-please... can't you do it, Cain??"
"Even so..."
"Th-this is treatment... right??"
Her usual whines and begs, I'd mostly given in—always her confidant for secret worries. My refusals shook her dependency quirk hard; her voice trembled louder.
Tears flowed again, hiccups turning to hyperventilation.
Good time to cave.
"Ugh... fine."
"Hic...! Hic!! Th-thank you!! Hic!! Yayyy..."
*Smoosh!!*
Hiccuping nonstop, she clung to me, rubbing her face on my chest. I gently stroked her hair.
"Seriously, what would you do without me, Sia."
"S-sorryyy... waaaaaah!!!"
Hearing my softened tone, she nuzzled deeper, shaking her head in apology.
"You cried a ton. Want some tasty juice?"
"Hic...! Yeah... sob!! I want someee..."
"Hey, don't blow your nose on my clothes! Wait here, I'll be right back."
"Uuung, okayyy... hehe."
I soothed her bunny-red eyes and headed downstairs, buying three sweet drinks from Frank that Sia would love, then returned to her room.
Lots of crying, lost fluids—better replenish...