Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Becoming the Dungeon Master! #7
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"Eek...!"
It was a welcome face, but her popping out like this again made my heart thump wildly. Was this what they meant by a fatally beautiful woman?
Anyway, I was grateful, but I couldn't help feeling wary.
"Ah, hello?"
I gripped the shovel tightly and forced a smile as I greeted her... A friendly approach would probably be better than a stiff, formal one, right?
"I'm Qlus... Shaa. Sh, sha sha shaa."
"Shaa?"
Imitating her voice to build some rapport, the dryad tilted her head. Did she understand?
Swish.
Soon, she stepped out from the bushes.
"Shaaah."
A smiling face.
Jiggle.
Still those huge breasts and voluptuous figure.
The dryad was wearing only a bra and panties made of leaves. It was fascinating.
Despite roaming this forest and jungle in such skimpy attire, her flawless body bore not a single scratch or blemish. How was that even possible?
Her skin was impeccably clean, pale and soft-looking. How did she maintain such pristine beauty and perfect skin in this remote wilderness?
My hair was already a tangled mess.
This really was the boonies—pushing through the underbrush for hunts or whatever else dirtied you up in no time. I'd only avoided looking like a total hobo by washing frequently in the stream. If I skipped that, it'd be way worse.
"Shaa shaa."
And no joke, her hair flowed like it got regular treatments at some high-end salon. Not a speck of dirt anywhere. What if there was a modern mansion hidden somewhere in this wilderness, and she lived there with servants waiting on her?
Her whiteness, cleanliness, and beauty sparked thoughts like that.
Anyway.
Swish.
The dryad approached to a certain distance, clasped her hands behind her back, and stared at me.
"Shaa. Shaaa. Shaa shaa."
She was saying something, but I had no clue.
"Ah, right. This shovel. Thanks so much. It's been a huge help."
Still, I had to give proper thanks. I picked up the shovel, pointed at it, and expressed my gratitude with animated explanations.
Did the meaning get through?
"Shaa!"
The dryad smiled happily and nodded.
And then.
"Shaa shaa."
She knelt right there on the spot.
"What?"
Kneeling...?
Was this a sign of submission?
Maybe the Demon Domination skill from before had finally taken hold? It was possible. Dryads were strong; it might not hit immediately but with a delay.
"Dryad? Could you stand up?"
I tried giving a subtle command.
"Shaa?"
She just tilted her head.
"Guess it didn't work after all..."
"Shaa."
"Hm?"
"Shaa shaa."
The dryad pointed at my shovel and spoke.
"This shovel?"
"Shaa."
Then she gestured, mimicking digging into the ground. Ah. Did she want a demo of it in action?
"Got it. You want to see how I use the gift you gave me, right?"
I turned and headed to the dungeon entrance. My minions had fled deep inside the moment the dryad appeared. Total cowards.
"Alright, Dryad? Here's how it's done?"
"Shaa."
As if full of anticipation.
The demurely kneeling dryad watched me with sparkling eyes. Under her gaze, I started digging.
Thud!
Scrape!
I jammed the shovel into the wall at the entrance and scooped out dirt. It was nothing special, but it felt profoundly moving. The efficiency was on another level. Thanks to it, the entrance was fully widened. While working, I glanced back.
"Shaaah."
The dryad was still kneeling obediently, watching me work with shining eyes.
"Hup!"
Thinking of such a sexy beauty intently watching me labor made strength surge through me naturally.
Men get stronger in front of women...!
I shoveled dirt like a general dominating the battlefield!
"Hup! Graaah! Hiyah!"
"Shaa shaa!"
Was that a cheer?
"Hahaha! Dryad sis, your voice is so cute!"
"Shaa!"
I wanted to communicate properly!
Now I got it for sure!
The dryad had no intention of attacking me. She was showing interest instead. As a humanoid monster, maybe she was drawn to someone with a similar form—the first male she'd seen. Could be instinctual attraction to the opposite sex.
Possible.
"Heh. Guess she's fallen for my demon charm."
Even wild beasts seek mates. Dryads might reproduce that way too. Not that I'm thinking dirty—it's just the gist.
Such thoughts crossed my mind.
After some hard work with those ideas floating around, I approached the dryad and held out the shovel.
"Heh heh heh, see? Works great. Thanks so much."
"Shaa shaa."
She seemed to get the gist.
Beam beam.
The dryad grinned broadly, delighted. Her smile was so cute. The "shaa"s, her actions—everything.
Then.
Swish.
The dryad stood up.
"Hm?"
She was about 10 cm shorter than me. At around 180 cm, that made her tall for a woman... Wait a sec.
"Shaa."
Suddenly, she cupped my face. With both hands, she gently caressed and stroked it.
So soft.
Before I could panic, I felt how warm and gentle her touch was. No roughness at all. Slender hands without a single callus. And here I was, thinking that while a beast held my face.
But then.
"Shaa..."
Her face drew closer!
"Wha...!"
Th-this was...!
A kiss?!
She was going for a kiss!
So bold!
Wait!
I needed to use Demon Breath for some fresh breath first! But I couldn't resist, and surrendered to her... But.
Lick.
"Hm?"
A sensation on my face.
Lick.
Lick.
Lick.
The dryad was.
Cutely licking my cheek.
"Uh, uh heh heh... Well, now."
"Shaa. Shaaa."
She focused on licking my face. What to even say? Licking my face? Was she tasting me?
I pulled my head back slightly.
"Shaa?"
The dryad tilted her head and tried to lick again.
"Shaa."
Why was this sis so forward? It was embarrassing... No way. Was this an invitation? To... mate with me?
Lick.
After licking my face a few more times, the dryad pulled away. She looked utterly satisfied.
"Shaa shaa."
"..."
What the hell?
Tasting me?
Or marking me with saliva?
"No way."
Was it...?
Grooming?
Licking to show affection? The thought made my heart tickle. No man would hate grooming from a sexy beauty like this.
"Ah. I must really be her type."
"Shaa shaa."
My heart was pounding like crazy.
Anyway.
"Shaa."
"Whoa, where you going?"
The dryad turned from me and approached a tree. She placed her hand on it and, just like last time, grew a new branch.
Another shovel was born.
"Oh."
But it was small.
About half the size of mine.
"Shaa shaa."
She handed it to me. Whoa. Another one? I was grateful to the point of madness.
"Thanks."
"Shaa. Shaa shaa."
But the dryad gestured emphatically. She bent slightly and patted my waist.
What did that mean?
Ah. Kinda got it.
"For Buril? This shovel's for the goblin?"
I patted my own waist, mimicking Buril, and she.
"Shaa!"
Nodded!
"We connected!"
We were communicating via body language...! More than that! She'd even made one for Buril! She was thinking that deeply about me!
"Thanks! Dryad!"
"Shaa!"
"Hey, Buril!"
I called for him right away.
"Keruk...!"
Buril slunk out from the dungeon entrance, scared like a total wuss.
Tip-toe.
Approaching on tiptoes like a ballerina on ice.
"Hey, get over here. Your big bro's right here, dumbass."
"Keruk!"
He came when ordered, at least.
"Here, take it."
"Keruk?"
"Your shovel."
Buril took the shovel.
It could use some tweaks, though. Normal shovel handles have a triangular grip at the end. Without it, it'd be awkward. Wonder if she'd improve it if I asked?
I'll try later.
"Dryad?"
But.
"Shaa... shaa..."
"Huh?"
The dryad's breathing was ragged. Sweet-scented sweat beaded on her skin; she was wiping it with her arm.
No way!
"You don't mean...! You're exhausted?!"
"Shaa...?"
She looked worn out!
Using plant magic to make the shovel had tired her? That meant... she'd endured it for me.
"Dryad. You did all that hard work for my sake?"
"Shaa?"
She didn't understand.
"But my feelings."
Super touched.
Just super touched.
"I'm moved."
The dryad... cared about me this much. My heart itched so bad I couldn't bear it.
"Can't have this. Let's rest."
"Shaa?"
"Stay put."
"Sh, shaat?!"
I scooped her up princess-style. She seemed a bit startled but didn't resist. I carried her to a sunny spot and laid her down.
"Shaa..."
"Hang on. Buril! Get my coat!"
"Keruk!"
Buril fetched it quick.
The fancy demon coat was pretty worn now. Better than nothing, though. She was basically naked; she needed covering.
"Cover up with this."
Swish.
I draped the coat over her.
"Sh, shaa?"
Unfamiliar with clothes, the dryad examined the coat, sniffed it, exploring.
"Rest. I'll stand guard."
"Shaa?"
Still no comprehension.
I went all in and offered my canteen to her lips.
"Drink."
"Sh, shaa..."
Figuring it out, she drank the water I poured.
Gulp gulp.
"You drink water fine."
What did she live on normally?
And why so clean?
No shampoo or body wash out here... Yet she smelled of sweet flowers. Dizzying enough to bury my face and inhale if I let my guard down.
"Anyway, rest here."
"Shaa..."
I stroked her hair lightly, and she pulled the coat up over her nose.
So damn cute.