Chapter 168
Chapter 168
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 168
Chapter Title: The Wild Boar's Outing (3)
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-Th-those kinds of products you're asking about are over th-there..., if you'd like to try them on, it's over there...
"Thanks. More importantly, your face looks really pale..."
-Huh? I'm fine! I'm fine...
Despite claiming she was fine, the clerk couldn't tear her eyes away from Urga sis, who was staring in wonder at the airy dresses like sundresses over there.
How terrified must she be to act like this?
Whether this was a regular clerk or the manager, it didn't matter.
From a customer service standpoint, openly trembling in front of a customer like this was nothing short of rude.
But with all the news lately from major media outlets about hunters in the industry committing all sorts of crimes against civilians, including power trips...
Urga sis's intense, intimidating look—clearly not that of an ordinary person—was more than enough to scare the wits out of this fragile civilian clerk (maybe manager).
Of course, those incidents mostly happened in big cities with massive dungeons, but does crime pick and choose its victims?
"Our sis isn't in that line of work, so you don't have to shake like that."
-S-sorry...
I gave her a heads-up to put her at ease since she seemed so frightened,
but it apparently didn't help much—like telling a Doberman owner with ears perked and teeth bared, "My dog doesn't bite."
Still, the way she pointed out where the items I mentioned were located and eyed Urga sis's build to suggest sizes was, in a way, worthy of respect.
"Standing around staring like that is super rude, so come here."
"Hiya, how can it be this thin... Ughk."
I grabbed the nape of Urga sis, who was waving a dress around like a flag in one corner of the store, after picking out a few items.
"Where to? There's so many clothes."
"Your size is too big—honestly, not much here would even fit."
"Whaaat?!"
So many, and yet?!
She reached out desperately toward the dress receding before her eyes, but she didn't grab it. Deep down, she knew it wouldn't fit her build anyway.
I shoved the now visibly sulky Urga sis into the fitting room,
and she tilted her head, saying it was her first time in a place like this, just like with the clothing store.
"What's this?"
"It's a fitting room—for trying on clothes as a test. Like when you're unsure if the size fits, you change into it here first."
"Pfft... Fair enough. When picking weapons, you check if they suit your grip too, so clothes can't be that different, huh?"
Clothes are picked that way too!
I handed her the clothes I'd selected while she giggled in fascination at the mirror on the fitting room wall.
"Change into these here for a bit."
"Okay. But where you headed?"
"Just some quick business outside. Won't take long."
I pulled back the fitting room curtain, leaving Urga sis alone, and bolted out of the clothing store.
-Hey.
-Y-yes?!
-Come here a sec.
A slightly ominous sound came from behind, suggesting I needed to wrap up my errand fast and get back, so I hurried on foot to the eyewear shop 3-5 minutes away, grabbed a pair of sunglasses, and retraced my steps.
What if she causes trouble in the meantime?
This sis isn't the type to just randomly beat someone up, but you never know with the world.
"Huh?"
Breathless with nagging unease, I rushed back into the clothing store where my car was parked,
and sure enough(?), the clerk who'd been manning the counter was nowhere to be seen,
while the curtain at Urga sis's fitting room flapped nonstop.
Did this sis get annoyed at the clerk trembling earlier and decide to give her a scolding with that?!
But as if directly refuting my suspicions, a pale hand poked out from between the curtains,
and the missing clerk crawled out from inside, smiling ear to ear, body perfectly intact.
-Have a good time?
"Huh?"
I turned to the clerk, wondering what nonsense she was spouting, but she just kept beaming,
then outright hung a "Lunch break" sign on the door and strolled right out of the store.
I'd only been gone maybe 10 minutes at most—what the hell happened in that time?
[H-Hey, maybe that clerk roughly pounded that wild boar?!] "No way..."
Don't say something that absurd!
[No way! You never know! Just like Eleonora that sow had a super pathetic pussy, got hit in some unknown weak spot...!] Damn, that actually sounds convincing now.
The world's vast, full of experts—did this sis really get developed by that clerk?
It was absurd on the face of it, but seeing the clerk who'd been quaking earlier now grinning unscathed,
and the fitting room dead silent like a mouse...
All the circumstantial evidence was fueling my wild delusions.
In that case, shouldn't I tactfully back off here for sis's dignity?
As I pondered seriously,
"What're you doing out there—get in!"
"Sis you're al—gurk!"
Without warning, a hand shot out from between the curtains and seized my collar,
dragging me into the fitting room with irresistible strength.
Did this sis get mad about the clerk developing her and now taking it out on me?
I squeezed my eyes shut, curling up defensively like a shrimp,
only for Urga sis to address me in a tone of utter exasperation.
"What're you doing? Why are your eyes clenched like that?"
"...You won't hit me?"
"Why the hell would I hit you?! Quit that and take a good look at me already."
Thump thump—hopefully no disaster like I imagined.
I cracked my eyelids open just a peek,
and...
"Whoa..."
I couldn't help but gasp in awe.
There stood sis in an outfit totally unlike anything I'd imagined.
I'd clearly given her the safest bet: jeans and a white tee fitted to her size. I didn't know much about women's clothes anyway, and had no clue what style she'd like,
so I'd picked the most basic, uncontroversial stuff.
But the sis in my "safe" outfit had vanished.
Her lower half was in hot pants—mini hot pants that barely concealed her crotch and ass, thighs fully on display,
but teasing any male regret with black panty straps over her chocolate hips, plus a half-undone jacket and zipper that stirred primal urges,
and up top, instead of the white tee I figured would cover her belly despite the large size, she sported a black tank top baring her abs and waist, her massive tits and cleavage on full show.
"Kuhuhu... Staring like you've lost your soul. Even if I am pretty..."
"Yeah, you're really pretty. Seriously."
"What?! O-of course it is, ahem! Saying something so obvious so casually! Doesn't make me happy at all!"
From valiant female warrior to a tanned, healthy beauty—a transformation bordering on total rebirth.
I was awestruck, while she poked fun at me, but fidgeted awkwardly in the unfamiliar getup,
then quietly asked,
"...Really pretty?"
"Yes, really. No need to mention how you look naked, but this is so you—if before you were the fierce warrior, now you're the picture of vibrant allure. Tru—mmph!"
My words weren't even finished when sis's soft, peach-like lips pressed to mine.
Not the sensual, tongue-twining kiss from bed, but clearly meant to shut me up.
I slipped my arms around her waist and back, drawing her into my embrace,
and though she started the kiss, she flustered first—eyes wide unable to close—before they fluttered shut, melting softly into me like before.
About 10 seconds later, her hand suddenly rested on my pants,
then thud—she shoved me into a corner of the fitting room.
But that wasn't the end.
The instant my back hit the wooden wall, she crunch—punched right through it beside my head.
Is this the legendary wall slam I've only heard of?
Urga sis had bored a peephole straight through the partition.
I stared up at her with bunny-wide eyes, about to question her intent,
but there was only a wolfish woman grinning ferociously.
"You've got quite the silver tongue, huh? Th-think I'd, I, Urga, fall for that sweet-talking nonsense?!"
"Pfft!"
"L-laughing?! You dare laugh... I'll show you what happens when you mock this sis?!"
Urga sis's hand reached for my pants.