Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Aren't You Really Glad to See Me?
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“Ugh! Ugh!”
I bolted out of the brothel like I was fleeing for my life.
“She's insane! Totally insane...!”
The scene from moments ago kept flashing in my mind.
The moment the Princess caressed my lower abdomen.
My pussy twitched and quivered.
I tried not to feel it, but the sensation of my pussy lips fluttering open was too vivid.
This is why pleasure is so terrifying.
Beyond mental resolve, once you've tasted pleasure even once, it etches itself deep into your subconscious, independent of your conscious will.
Any stimulus makes your body remember that sweetness and get aroused.
Because pleasure is the strongest stimulus and the desire our instincts crave most.
That's why the practitioners of the Heavenly Faith first sever ties with pleasure—the thing that dulls the mind—as part of their mental discipline.
A man feeling a woman's pleasure?
That would deliver an incredibly intense stimulus to the brain.
An unknown sensation you'd never experience otherwise.
That's probably why my body remembered it so easily.
Because my pussy felt good under the Princess's touch, the moment her hand grazed my body, my lower abdomen heated up beyond my control.
And above all...
'May I put my cock in Sir Withbel's pussy?'
Hearing those words triggered an instinctive reaction from this female body, craving a man's seed—the womb trembling with joy.
Another primal response outside my will.
Probably...
Heh heh.
Thinking of the Princess's face made my lower abdomen throb again.
“No way! I'm absolutely not doing it!”
I shouted it out loud, swearing to myself over and over.
The pleasure of a woman's body?
I admit it.
It feels good.
Curiosity about a female body?
I admit it.
I'm curious.
As a scholar, I want to explore that unknown sensation. And they say what women feel is several times more intense than what men do, so I want to know just how much.
But.
My biggest worry is getting addicted while exploring it.
The problem isn't wanting to stay a woman.
It's what happens when I return to my male body.
If I start craving the pleasure from my time as a woman, the disconnect could shatter my mind.
So the safest path is to endure and get back to my original body as soon as possible.
“Huh?”
A dead end.
I snapped out of it and looked around.
I'd run out blindly and ended up who-knows-where.
“This is bad.”
Even with a map, Casteria Town is a maze. Without one, I'd gotten hopelessly lost.
Should I use magic?
But the only spells I can cast are healing and purification magic, plus the basic combat spells from my first year at the Academy.
“For now, backtrack as best I can... Huh?”
That's when I turned around.
Somehow, rough-looking thugs had appeared, blocking the alley.
Rock-hard muscles covered in scars.
Their sleazy grins said it all about their character.
We hadn't exchanged a word, but the sudden ambush told me enough.
“...What do you want?”
I took a step back.
Six of them crowded together—intimidating as hell.
Part of it was their size, but my already petite body felt even smaller, amplifying the pressure.
“What's a girl like you doing alone in a place like this?”
The bald one in front sauntered over with a cocky drawl.
“It's dangerous. What if you get kidnapped?”
They snickered among themselves, making their intentions clear.
They planned to abduct me.
This was trouble.
No bluffing—I was genuinely in deep shit.
Sure, I'm the next Master of the Green Magic Tower, but we specialize in magic unrelated to combat.
High rank doesn't mean invincible.
It depends on the school.
Mine? Healing and purification, naturally.
I could mend their scars perfectly, but adding new ones? Extremely difficult.
My combat magic? Just those first-year basics I mentioned.
If these guys were as worthless as their bulk suggested, basics would suffice.
Otherwise, I'd need to brace myself.
“Too pretty a face to sell right away.”
“No rush for cash. We can use her for three days first.”
“What if she's a virgin?”
“Idiot. You think there's only one hole to fuck? Stuff the other ones silly.”
Truly vulgar talk.
No attempt to hide their goal.
Or rather, they didn't feel the need.
To them, I was just one little girl.
They saw me as a joke.
“Hey, you a virgin?”
The bald guy leered, flashing yellow teeth.
“...”
Think.
How do I escape this?
“She's too scared to talk.”
“Check out those massive tits. Just grab 'em and squeeze.”
“Handles up top and down below.”
“Look at that baby-maker. Could pop out ten kids easy.”
I bit my lower lip.
Sexual harassment raining down, and I could do nothing.
Powerlessness gnawed at me, but I kept thinking.
“Hey, wanna live? Strip, shake those tits, and beg for your life.”
The bald guy scratched his bulging crotch and approached, reaching for my shoulder.
“Don't you...!”
I grabbed his arm with both hands, hooked my leg, and flipped him over my hip.
Thud!!
His massive body crashed to the ground, shaking the earth.
That was close.
Almost got crushed under his weight.
“Urk... My back, you fucking bitch... Gahk!”
I stomped his throat with my heel.
Lucky.
My body still remembered.
The brief knight training from my childhood dreams came in handy.
Though he was off-guard, making it easy.
Shing!
I snatched the sword from his waist.
Too heavy.
Seemed more hindrance than help, so I tossed it aside.
Instead, I raised my fists in a guard stance.
“Kahaha, this little runt knows some tricks.”
Another thug charged with a massive fist.
Fireball
The magic circle spat a rock-sized flame.
The fire body-slammed the charging thug.
“Argh! Hot! Fire! Fire!”
Clothes ablaze, he screamed and rolled on the ground.
These guys.
Amateurs.
Basic combat magic would do.
“This bitch is a mage?”
“You idiot, didn't notice? Those robes look decorative to you?”
“With tits like that blocking the view. Watch, I'll slap 'em silly.”
“Don't embarrass us, moron.”
The one aiming for my chest lunged with a dagger.
No learning curve.
Straight on? Another fireball.
That instant, he pulled something from his pocket and tossed it over my head.
A potion?
The cork popped, contents raining down.
Idiot. Useless against me.
Purify
Fireball
Whatever the potion, I nullified it and fired at the charging thug.
“Graaah!!”
The fireball hit his gut.
“Sigh, you moron!”
Three left.
The narrow alley actually favored me now.
Their only approach: straight ahead.
But that meant a fireball to the face.
Impossible to close in.
Or so I thought.
“Gah?!”
I tumbled forward.
“You... Ngh... Fucking bitch.”
The bald guy I'd downed first had gotten up and yanked my ankle.
Clutching his throat, coughing raggedly, he hoisted me up.
The world flipped upside down.
How...?
Ah.
Weight issue.
I'd landed a critical hit, but.
My light body meant weak force.
My oversight.
“Urk...!!”
His fist slammed into my gut.
No holding back—just brute force deep into my abdomen.
Trickle...
The jolt loosened my urethra; I pissed myself.
Upside down, the warmth flooded from my crotch, soaking my navel and dripping into my cleavage.
“Hurk... Hah... Ghk...!”
Couldn't breathe.
My body learned fear instantly, trembling uncontrollably.
“You're done for.”
Baldy ground his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
He clenched his fist.
Raised it high.
And smashed down at me on the ground.
“Hic...!!”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I hate pain.
Scary.
But no matter how long I waited, no pain came.
Instead?
Hot liquid splashed my face.
Was he seriously pissing on my face?
Swallowing revulsion, I cautiously cracked one eye.
“Wha...?”
Baldy's head rolled across the ground.
His headless body—hardly 'baldy' anymore—stood with fist raised, arterial blood fountaining as it staggered and collapsed.
“See? I told you.”
A low voice echoed through the alley.
Could this voice ever feel so welcome?
“Wandering alone in this city gets you kidnapped, like I said.”
“Who the hell are you?”
Another thug grimaced at his dead comrade.
Squelch!!
A blade pierced his chest mercilessly.
The Princess twisted her sword.
“Gaaaaah!!”
The upright blade turned sideways.
His guts shredded on the edge—obvious even without looking.
“Sir Withbel's too alluring, so these vermin swarmed anyway.”
Instead of pulling out, she yanked the sword sideways through his flank.
Blood and entrails spilled from the gash.
Ugh!
Gruesome.
But the Princess seemed unfazed, accustomed to it.
To reassure me?
She flashed her usual sly grin my way.
“Impressive, though. Taking down three with that frail body. Or two and a half, since I finished one.”
Two left.
They froze at the sudden carnage.
“Haha.”
The Princess chuckled dryly at them.
“Fate's a funny thing.”
“W-what're you on about?”
“No matter what choice you pick, fate steers you to one destination.”
She eyed the one anchoring the rear.
Their leader, by the looks.
“But that's no good.”
“Grahk!”
She cleaved the lackey in front in half with one stroke, then charged the boss.
“That mug's getting old. Don't you think?”
The boss glared and swung a fist.
She tilted her head aside effortlessly.
Not reacting on reflex— she knew it was coming.
“Consistent, at least. Nice.”
Slash.
Her sword severed his head.
The disembodied head flew into the air.
Slash! Slash!
She diced the limbs and shredded the tumbling head in a frenzy.
“Ah... Oops. Overdid it.”
She knew it, chuckling as she sheathed her blade.
Aware, but no remorse.
Of course.
She's the Princess, after all.
“P-Princess...”
Clutching my shaking legs, I struggled to stand.
“Don't get up.”
That instant.
“Uwaaah!”
The thug with half his face burned by fireball grabbed the sword I'd tossed aside and charged me.
Reflexively, I shut my eyes tight.
Stab!
Slash!
The sounds of blade piercing flesh and slicing meat hit my eardrums together, as gentle arms wrapped my waist, pulling me into a broad embrace.
“I said don't get up.”
The Princess's voice.
Trembling, I opened my eyes.
She gazed down at me with unusual tenderness, smiling softly.
“Aren't you really glad to see me?”
“Ugh... Uh...”
“Answer me.”
“Y-yes... Yes...”
I nodded.
“I'm really glad too. Why do you always take weird paths that worry everyone?”
“Huh? What do you...?”
“You know.”
She hugged me tighter.
My cheek squished against her firm chest.
Hard to breathe.
But warm.
She'd swung her sword mercilessly at them.
But with me, she was gentle, like handling something precious.
Calming my racing heart in her arms, I glanced down.
The thug who'd charged me was bisected.
Upper and lower halves spewing blood in gurgles.
And.
“Gasp! Princess! Blood! Blood!”
The Princess was bleeding too.