Holding Hands with My Master, We Entered an Isekai Weapon Shop!
Slightly picky owner—unforgivable. If it wasn't someone more ugly than Sylvia, like someone with severe facial scars or a major illness that deformed their body, Jin Yuseong shook his head. If other aspects fit the "isekai beauty" mold, even scars might elevate into unique charms. It was just a hypothesis Jin had come up with, but it felt plausible. In the end, Sylvia, who was 100% a cutie, couldn't escape bottom-tier treatment. Thinking in reverse isekai style, Jin couldn't hold back his inner cursing at these deductions without spitting double profanities in his mind.
'So she's basically dead last? What the fuck. No matter how I slice it, this place is absurd.'
The more he dwelled on it, the more vivid his imagination of Sylvia's shabby treatment became, stirring a gradual rage. "......Hoo."
There was no one to vent his anger at. Plus, it was all still just speculation. Jin tried to calm the boiling fury rising within him. It was a mix of the faint loyalty implanted via the [Contract] magic and intense emotions because she was his first woman. He never imagined the isekai common sense was so warped it extended to beauty standards, confusing him like this—he couldn't have fathomed it without experiencing it firsthand.
Switching his train of thought, a vague memory surfaced. '...Huh? This feels familiar from some novel I read.'
Among women, some are born witches with mana. Witches are nobles. Female supremacy. They summon random guys to enslave for life. Yet they make their slave manage their own body. Back to male supremacy? And they crave all sorts of passive acts. Essentially forcing sadism on the slave. All witches are masochists. Even daily language avoids "woman," using "bitch" instead—strict even in minutiae. The master-slave dynamic completely fails. Pretty petite boys for men~ Girl-crush handsome big sis for women~ Unisex aesthetics dominate with that half-and-half compromise. On that note, Jin recalled a story.
'Right, gender-reversal novels are like this. Fuck, but everything's mixed up? Ha... I was too cocky thinking I could adapt here easily. I was wrong. This place is straight-up batshit crazy...'
Frowning, he scratched his head, his mind a tangled mess. At the same time, Sylvia, who had been dazed from his petting, finally snapped out of it.
Sylvia spoke. "Ack! You scared me. When did we get this far?"
"Uh, yeah. I carried you while stroking your head to make my master comfy."
"Oh, really? Ngh. I remember up to sniffing your slave scent and getting my hair petted..."
How does something like that come out so naturally? Jin increasingly doubted the source of her word choices.
"Hmm... How should I repay the humiliation my cute master endured? I'm stumped."
"Ngh...? What do you mean? Were you worried about me? Ehehe. Don't sweat it! My life changed after summoning Yusei."
"Kukuku. 'My life changed'—that's kinda funny when you say it."
"What's funny about it? Tell me!"
"Nah. You'd find it boring. This is the kind of thing that's only amusing solo."
"It's fine! I wanna know too~"
Her arm-shaking, coquettish pout was too adorable; Jin had no choice but to cave. "Fine. Stop being so cute—it hurts my heart. ...Ahem, one verse?"
"Attending Seoul Cyber University~♪ My life has changed~~♪"
"Ahaha!!? What? It's hilarious just hearing it! What is that? Do it once more!"
"Oh, this funny melody works here too? Embarrassing outside, so one more time?"
"Attending Seoul Cyber University~~~~♪"
"Ahahahaha! Ahaha!"
He savored her delighted giggles, as if everything he did was comedy gold, while briefly sharing the Seoul Cyber University jingle with his prodding master. Sitting by the fountain and scanning the surroundings, Jin's understanding of isekai beauty standards deepened bit by bit. The more he thought about it, the dumber the criteria seemed, but as knowledge essential for living here, he etched it into his mind. Though an emotional hurdle, he memorized it rigidly in his head, not his heart.
Frail men and tough-looking women dotted the streets. 'Come to think of it, Sylvia's tried acting haughty and tough sometimes. Guess she has an appearance complex.' To Jin, those efforts just looked cute and endearing.
After a short rest, they moved on. Interlocking fingers, Sylvia taught her precious slave, dropped into this unfamiliar world, about each thing one by one. Wandering led them to a shop sign that drew any man's gaze. No men entered—no interest in isekai guys. The sign, readable naturally since his summoning unlocked the language, simply read Weapon Shop.
Sylvia chirped brightly. "This is a weapon shop. Sells arms for commoners who can't use magic. Hey! While we're here, should I buy Yusei one for self-defense? Nah, I'll give you allowance—pick what you want yourself?"
"Ooh. Only shot guns back home, so spears and swords sound fun. Let's check it out."
"Yeah!"
Master and slave paused at the door—interlocked fingers prevented side-by-side entry. Anyone watching would think the pair ridiculous. They pressed even closer to enter the weapon shop together.
"Welcome—huh? A slave?"
"Ah, yes. Hello?"
"Aha! With your master!"
'But why greet the slave before the noble? This insane world keeps evading my grasp...'
Sylvia, eyeing the sturdy, manly female shopkeeper warily, snuggled into her slave Jin's chest, half-burying her face. It resembled an unpopular girl clinging to her boyfriend fearing an influencer girl might steal him—Jin shook off the thought.
"Shopkeep, seen this pretty true-otaku girl?"
"What nonsense is that?"
"Ah, slip-up. Nonsense. Got lost in thought."
The sturdy female shopkeeper's retort made Jin realize he was still deeply confused. Apologizing vaguely, he scanned the interior. Picking up a plain longsword, he asked, "How much for this?"
"100 gold. Note: 1 gold covers a family of four for a month."
'...? What the fuck. So this auntie's asking for 100 months' living expenses for a family of four?'
Jin followed Sylvia's gaze, still half-buried in his arms. Unfamiliar with such places, she was engrossed. He inquired about displayed items but picked nothing.
"Picky eye for someone who doesn't seem weapon-trained."
"Don't ogle people so creepily, auntie."
Cheeky tone. But with deeper worldview grasp, Jin figured it fit. Luckily, the shopkeeper took it well.
"Uhahaha! Not like that—worry not. My standards are sky-high! Handsome young lad."
"Agh... Even here I get 'handsome.' Environment changes, but my looks don't improve."
"Check those top-sellers over there."
No weapon experience or eye meant nothing clicked for Jin. "Nothing catches my fancy?"
"Hm, nothing pulls me."
Quiet Sylvia spoke up. "...Anything special? My slave's super special. Show him a special weapon."
Her jewel-like voice. Silver-haired beauty Sylvia, Jin's master, interjected. As her plain face emerged from his chest, the shopkeeper grimaced then smoothed it, clicking her tongue. Jin caught it, vein bulging on his forehead.
Crack.'This fucking auntie bitch? Discriminating against my master's looks? To a noble? And my master is fucking gorgeous, shit. Your isekai eyes are fucked!'
Sudden rage surged; Jin considered storming out but recalled her cowed state and decided against fleeing after she took that glare unilaterally. 'Fucking hit her hard. Show what happens?'
Less than a day in isekai, but intense love time with his beauty master had rewired Jin's brain—raging at any slight against Sylvia. Then—
───────Do you desire───power──?
"!?!?"
A heavy voice, not human. Jin glanced at Sylvia shuddering in his arms. She heard it too. Both froze.
──I sense your──rage──I'll ask once more
Jin's body trembled. Unease gripped him.
────────Do you desire──power
"Shut up! Dark Bringer!"
...Do you? Tch. ───Take───me, girrrl.
"I said shut up!! Don't talk to customers on your own!"
"What's with that voice, auntie?"
Listening again, it sounded chuunibyou-heavy, not grave.
"Tch. Self-proclaimed magic sword. Found it in storage—who knows where from. No special abilities beyond weird speech. Too flashy, no buyers."
"Still, talking is kinda cool."
Long explanation, low rating from shopkeeper. "Voice gimmick's pointless—not even enchanted toy. Looks toy-like, embarrassing, so hid it back. Chatters occasionally. Don't recommend... Tch. Wanna see? Don't ask if not buying. Ten see, ten pass."
'Fuck, auntie's attitude soured hard after seeing Sylvia's face!'
Stroking Sylvia's waist amid her clinginess, the shopkeeper grew annoyed at the pair. Idea struck Jin. "I'll take it then. Feels cliché—kinda pulls me."
"Cliché...? Youth lingo. 50 gold."
'Fifty gold? Little shit? Called it unsellable junk?'
Jin soured at the unchanged price despite her badmouthing. "Said 1 gold = family month—too pricey? 4 gold."
"50 to 4!? Must mean 40?"
"Said 4. Sell for 4."
"??? For real? Joke's over. 35—no, 30."
"4 gold!"
"Don't kid! Half at 25 max."
"Fo-ur gold!!"
"...Fine! Tch! Junk anyway—4 gold, take it."
"OK, thanks. Four months' family living—generous. Whew... 4 gold... raining money!!"
"Ha! Unbelievable... Pay up!"
Irked shopkeeper snatched coins, stomped to fetch with thudding steps; Jin regretted instantly.
────Take me─girrrl─
"...Fuck. Does the sword have eyeballs?"