Prologue: Porter, Fucked – RIP My Dick
One of us two—me or him—was gonna bite the dust today. The hands already kneading my ass were getting on my nerves. I tried to brush them off as politely as I could, but it was a futile resistance. No way could a Porter Aptitude beat a Fighter Aptitude in a straight-up tussle.
This shameless molester just shook me off with brute force and groped the other cheek.
"Your ass feels like shit front and back. You know that, right?"
"Please, not in front of everyone."
I ended up begging, but the perp didn't even pretend to listen.
"Kneel and call me 'Master,' and maybe I'll think about it."
The woman I feared most in the world grinned at me, baring her fangs like a thug.
Me, professional porter Tan Bantai. What the hell had I signed up for with this party? I'd figured I'd be hauling combat gear, travel supplies, and loot. But the other party members seemed to think they belonged on that list too.
Face burning with humiliation, I bowed my head low to avoid the stares. The whole party was loitering around my tent, gawking at us. Some looked disgusted. Others snickered. Was it a blessing or a curse that every single one of them was a woman? If I weighed it on a scale, it'd tip toward curse. A few of them were grinning just like the one with her hands on my ass.
Their eyes gleamed with predatory anticipation. As if I could satisfy that.
I don't like novels that start with "I'm fucked." I'm no masochist, and reality's got plenty of that already. But I couldn't help wondering: had Tan Bantai somehow gotten isekai'd into one of those stories? Last year had been boringly fucked, but this? This was properly, thoroughly fucked.
"How am I supposed to do anything if you're already hanging your head?"
A beast whispered sweetly in my ear.
"You said you'd handle all ten of us today, right?"
RIP my dick. How the hell did I end up like this...