Chapter 22: Mindi, the Masochist Who Gets Off on Defeat and Theft (Age 22)

Mindi was dressed pretty casually. A white T-shirt, loose jeans, and sandals. It was a far cry from the battle-ready gear she'd worn last time.

Well, that made sense. Back then, she'd been wearing the Prostitute's Underwear, so changing outfits must've been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a huge hassle. That's probably why she'd stuck with her combat clothes.

Anyway, her current getup was so light it actually drew more attention.

"You! Are you listening?"

"I am."

"Le-let's go again! And... if I win, give me back my underwear."

The moment she spotted me, her excited voice boomed loud enough to pull in stares from everyone around.

"Huh? Isn't that girl...?"

"The one who lost to that lucky bastard last time?"

This was trouble. Open spaces like this already made it hard to use the Mind Reader's Curse, and now too many eyes were on us.

But Mindi was in the same boat.

"Give back her underwear?"

"Come to think of it, those two... went into a private room after their bet?"

"...Did they hook up?"

"Whoa... so she paid for her loss with her body and lost her panties?"

Mentioning underwear sparked misunderstandings among the gamblers.

"N-no, it's not like that..."

Oh? Negativity's stacking up already? It jumped from just 2% to 7% in a flash.

Nice unexpected ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠harvest, but the real priority was figuring out her treasure-hunting secrets.

"Let's move somewhere else first. Follow me."

"O-okay."

Mindi trailed after me without a word. We slipped into a private room, and her face flushed even redder at the sight inside.

"Wh-what the hell goes on in here...? P-pervert...!"

The bunny girls' outfits must've been too much for her. Or not. Kinda unfair, though—I hadn't done anything here. I'd barely held back my urges, and now this false accusation?

"Oh? Oppa brought a friend?"

"Girlfriend?"

"Isn't that the sister from before?"

"She's gorgeous."

"Like a doll!"

"How'd she do her hair?"

The bunnies resting in the private room swarmed Mindi with curiosity. Fair enough—even as a girl, she'd catch anyone's eye. Pretty as hell, with that sharp, cat-like edge...

"Uh, um...?"

While Mindi floundered under the attention, I activated Primal Weapon.

The Mind Reader's Curse kicked in too. Perfect. Now I just had to read her thoughts...

(The target's mind resists!)

'Blocked?'

I panicked for a second, then spotted the cause: the necklace around her neck.

Yeah, figured it looked familiar. A Mental Protection Necklace. Blocks external mental attacks, as the name implies. The curse must've registered as one and got stopped cold.

'Annoying thing.'

Time to get that off her.

"Let's pick up where we left off. Rematch?"

"Y-yeah."

Mindi shook off the bunnies' barrage and stepped up to me.

"Rematch."

"How exactly? Dice again?"

"N-no. This time... a duel."

Heroes has a duel system. Lets you fight even in safe, peaceful zones. No lethal damage allowed, so you can go all out.

Gawella and I had sparred using it too.

'Works for me.'

Meeting Mindi had burned through my Luck Gauge anyway. The gamblers were refilling it bit by bit, but not enough for real use. Sure, I had that Luck Ticket (25%) from Bell's quest, but wasting it here felt wrong.

"Terms: you win, you get the Prostitute's Underwear back?"

"Y-yeah."

She wasn't gunning for my Growth Dagger 'cause it's soulbound, probably. The Black Mamba or Waterdrop sets wouldn't be top-tier for her either.

'Definitely precious panties, though.'

Mentioning panties triggered shame right away—she must hate some random guy having her worn undies.

"And if I win... I'll give you this."

The item she pulled out as her stake: a Phoenix Feather Pen.

'Where'd she snag this?'

Decent tool—no ink needed, write on air if you want. But not super valuable.

"Doesn't balance. Panties are a top and bottom—two pieces. Trading for one item's a loss for me."

"Th-then... the rest in cash..."

"No cash. Strip."

"Huh?"

"Strip naked and stay here for an hour."

Perfect excuse popped up. She already saw me as a perv, so this wouldn't shock her.

Reason for full strip? Treasure hunter like her might have more mental protection gear. Better shut that down early.

"Y-you're insane? A-again... that humiliation...?"

Mindi hugged herself, eyes wide, flicking toward the bunnies.

"An-and... in front of everyone...?"

"Don't like it? Door's that way."

She wouldn't leave. Shame spiked just from panties talk—she needed them back.

"...F-fine. Deal. I'll win anyway."

Huh? That quick? Even knowing about my dagger?

'Got some ace up her sleeve.'

We climbed onto the stage where the bunnies had danced earlier. Spacious enough for a duel.

The bunnies, now accidental spectators, lined up on the sofa, munching popcorn snacks.

"Fight hard, both of you!"

"Go oppa!"

"Redhead sis, you too!"

System prompt hit, countdown from 30.

Mindi's look shifted on stage. Flashy red-black armor set, sword in hand.

Rarest set from Gorshion's toughest dungeon—all Rare grade, tough to complete.

And her weapon...

"Heh. Flash?"

Her Flash was a Legendary longsword. Level 30 restriction, but viable past 50, even a material for endgame weapons.

"You recognize it? Guess you've got skills too."

"You too," meaning she did. Had to uncover what.

"But too late. Duel's on."

Her chill vibe? Gear confidence. Top-tier for beginner village—no real rivals. Could crush up to 40 easy.

"Why no preset change?"

I just pulled my Growth Dagger from inventory, no outfit swap. Still casual clothes.

"No need."

"Bluffing... W-wait! Y-you're wearing my underwear right now?!"

Ridiculous—I ignored it.

Duel launched. Mindi struck first—fiercer, sharper than expected.

'Oh?'

Her class was unknown even in my past life. Likely hidden. Maybe "treasure hunter" was it.

Not much known about her. Never met her before regression, so no skill read. Item-crusher rep suggested weak skills, but...

'Not even close.'

This was pro-level—trained in real life, not just game savvy.

'Why'd she die so fast post-Demon God descent?'

Didn't add up. Talented like this...

'...Might be worth raising?'

I could solo the Demon God, but needed help for the grind. Guild maybe. Planned to recruit old allies post-village, but Mindi could fit.

"Tch!"

Frustrated at my dodges and blocks, her face twisted fierce. Eyes burned with win-or-die grit. Loved that.

"Hah!"

No holds barred. Feinted a head slash, then kicked low—right at my crotch.

'Vicious.'

Most hesitate hitting groins, man or woman. Doing it casual? Combat optimized.

Still, no clue why she died early past life.

Sorry, Mindi, but that's no weak spot.

BAM!

"...Eh?"

Her kick bounced her back. Obvious—my cock's a +15 weapon.

'Time to end it.'

Curious about her skill, I'd held back. She was never a match.

A light Growth Dagger +15 swing could shred her armor. No need, though.

Thwack!

I swept her off-balance leg, tripped her, then lightly handle-smacked her belly.

"Guh!"

BOOM!

She slammed ass-first. Butt probably beet-red now.

"I... lost?"

Mindi rose, gray eyes shaking.

"Pushed for revenge... overleveled... and I lost?"

Whoa, huge spike. Losing to me hit hard. She'd prepped hard for payback, from her mutters.

Pity, but deal's a deal.

"Promise. Gotta keep it."

"N-now...?"

"Yep."

Her shaky hand pointed at the sofa bunnies.

"Th-them... can't they leave?"

"Why? Can't handle the bet?"

"N-no... f-fine! I'll do it."

Deep breaths, then she started undressing.

Clink!

Trembling hands slowly shed armor. Shoulder pauldrons first, then breastplate.

She stacked it neatly on the floor—not inventory.

'...Why?'

I never asked that. No panties to hide now—just inventory it. Slower for more shame?

"Hah... hah... Th-they're watching... me... stripping..."

Soon all armor down, even underlayers folded.

Just leggings left.

Shlrk. Shlrk.

Down they went—no panties. Pussy exposed, dripping wet and hot.

...Right. This chick gets off on exposure.

"Whoa... sis is wild."

"Eek! Hnng...?"

A bunny's comment made Mindi twitch. Nipples swelled, skin flushed real-time.

Shlrk.

Wet leggings off, folded. Bracelet and necklace next—down they went.

Instantly, her thoughts flooded clear.

(Lost again... this humiliation again...)

System nailed it—massive negativity. Half-full orb filled instantly.

Her thoughts screamed defeat, shame, humiliation. Just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a taste soured my mood.

But overriding it:

(Stolen again... hard-earned treasure... by that guy... ♡ And... stripped bare again... raped by stares... ♡)

Excitement and pleasure dwarfed all the negativity ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠combined.

(No, don't get turned on. Snap out of it, Kang Minji! I'm... not a perv. Can't get wet from this. But his gaze... so lewd... bet he's imagining pinning me... ♡ Watching... me... it's grown... ♡)

Felt it last time too. Total perv.

But... kinkier, more twisted than I thought. Way more depraved.