Chapter 24
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: re: Starting My Shota Slave Life From Me
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...Alright, let's sort out the situation.
I woke up in some remote forest. Yesterday, I'd stayed up late finishing experiments, cursed out my professor who treats me like an actual slave, and crashed into bed.
Then I woke up here. At first, I thought I'd been dropped into a fantasy world because of the freakishly huge trees.
Until I checked my reflection in the stream.
'Wh-what the hell is this...?'
I'd never been one to boast about my looks, but suddenly having the face I'd lived with my whole life change like that? Of course I'd be freaked out.
Especially when the new face belonged to an ridiculously cute little boy.
The trees weren't abnormally big. I'd gotten small. Once I realized that, I wandered around in a panic.
If I just stayed put here and some wild beast showed up...
"R-run for it."
The conclusion came quick. I pushed through the underbrush, changing direction whenever the wind shifted.
A fishy smell—not too strong, but one I'd caught now and then before.
'Blood... right?'
The metallic tang of blood wafted from somewhere ahead.
Obviously, something dangerous was over there, so I turned on my heel and crept away quietly.
"Wh-where? Where do I even go?"
The situation was so bewildering—and scary—that my usual reluctance to talk to myself vanished, words spilling out like machine-gun fire.
No one was around to answer, of course, but right now, I desperately wished someone would.
I must have zigzagged through the bushes a dozen times. Then, a voice caught my ear.
"......ra?"
".....Yeah."
"...probably."
People. I couldn't make out the words clearly, but... women's voices, at least.
In the absolute worst case, they could be psycho killers luring victims into the woods.
But I looked like a kid right now. If I played it right, maybe they'd help?
I pushed through the foliage—and came face-to-face with them.
"...Oh."
They were tall, gorgeous beauties—way taller than me.
A cool black-haired woman, a hot-tempered silver-haired one, and a last one with blonde hair who looked a bit dim-witted.
If I hadn't woken up in this mystery place with this body, I'd have checked them out for sure. But right now, that wasn't the point.
"S-sisters. Could you help me out?"
First things first, I needed to survive this place. And they looked way older than my current appearance. One pat on the head, and it'd be straight to the cops.
...But their stares felt off. Way off.
'Sh-should I have run?'
Only then did I take in their full appearance. Still stunning figures and faces, but...
'Th-that's... blood?'
Drip, drip. Red liquid pooling at their feet from slender white fingertips. The fishy smell had thickened, too.
The conclusion hit fast.
"Oh, uh... bye then. Sorry about that... heh."
Run, dammit.
"H-hey? Wait, hold on."
I whipped around to bolt, but suddenly a hand clamped down on mine, stopping me cold.
Looking back, the coldest, most stoic black-haired one had grabbed my arm, her face pleading.
"L-let go."
"...Do-yun."
"...Huh?"
What? How do they know my name?
"H-how do you know my name...?"
"It really is you, Do-yun."
Crap. This is bad. This woman, covered in blood and not even bothering to wipe it off, knows my name.
And she shows no sign of letting go. Anyone would think the worst in this situation.
"...The real Do-yun?"
Then the silver-haired one sidled up, bending down to inspect me. She peered into my eyes at first.
"Open your mouth."
"Pardon? Uh, guh...?!"
Suddenly, she jammed her fingers in my mouth and yanked out my tongue.
"Sniff sniff..."
Now she buried her nose in my hair and sniffed.
...What is this? Scary as hell.
"Seems like it. Smells like Do-yun, looks like him too."
"...But he doesn't remember us."
After circling and prodding me for what felt like forever, they finally scooped me up and started moving.
'Wh-what strength...?'
Even if I was pint-sized like a baby now, I wasn't light enough to lift one-handed that easily.
Heck, back when my big sis lugged around that kid she called her nephew, even she groaned about the weight.
"Wh-what are you doing...?"
More importantly, this wasn't dropping me off somewhere safe. This was straight-up kidnapping.
I didn't want to die in some unknown place in this unfamiliar body, so I begged as politely as I could, avoiding anything provocative.
"P-please let me live. I don't have money. I won't tell anyone..."
"...Ahem."
As I pleaded desperately, a cough came from above.
Had I offended her? I glanced up to check her expression—and saw the silver-haired woman blushing faintly.
'Am I being too loud? Is she pissed?'
Her body was trembling slightly. She looked seriously mad.
...Turns out it was all my imagination. Once she finally stopped coughing, the silver-haired one explained nicely.
"Ahem... ugh... damn. Do-yun, we're not gonna hurt you."
"R-really...?"
But come on, this looked like kidnapping to anyone. Who wouldn't be scared?
"Yep. Do you remember anything?"
"N-no..."
I racked my brain for any novel or game I'd read with a plot like this. Nothing.
"What about who brought you here?"
"Huh?"
The black-haired woman carrying me effortlessly over one shoulder asked suddenly. I thought hard, in case something clicked.
"...No. I don't remember."
"...I see."
Of course not. All I knew was that they were Korean—and my name.
"Hmm... can't be helped. What about the house you used to live in?"
"...Don't remember that either."
"...We'll take you there."
For real? Really? I had my doubts, but I had no other options. Just dangling from her arm like a toy.
"Th-thank you."
So I thanked her meekly and hung on.
But...
"Uh... this is my house?"
"Yeah. Our house too."
No, it's not. Normal people don't call it "my house" like that.
"My... original home was..."
"This is it. Want me to show you your stuff?"
The chatty silver-haired one brazenly kept talking while the black-haired one stared at me intently.
"S-so, I used to live with you sisters, then I vanished, and you came looking?"
"Exactly."
It was impossible to buy. What the hell kind of nonsense was this?
They introduced themselves mid-convo: black hair was Ju Hana, silver was Seong Ha-neul, blonde was Han Yu-rim.
All different surnames—and mine's Sado. Four people with mismatched last names under one roof? Yeah, right.
Maybe they were just abducting a memory-lost minor in broad daylight. But I wasn't dumb enough to say it out loud.
'This is a city at least... I'll bide my time and bolt when I get a chance. They won't dare touch me then.'
"Ahh, feels good to be home after so long. Been through a lot lately."
Seong Ha-neul stretched with a yawn and flopped onto the sofa, grabbing the remote.
"Alright, time for those bitches' news."
Click. TV on. She flipped channels with practiced ease to the news.
「...Next, on to the hot topic making waves. China's military has issued a warning to Korea: stop the recent murders of Chinese tourists, or we'll go to full-scale war. The government counters that they weren't mere tourists and is pressuring China instead.」
China what now?
"Ah, they're finally stirring. Annoying."
"...Isn't that half our fault?"
"Huh? They pulled knives first. Self-defense. They're the ones in the wrong."
"R-really...?"
What the hell are you guys?
Onscreen, instead of some panda-lookin' dude, a woman in a cheongsam scowled and ranted at the camera.
Spokeswoman? Nah, subtitle read: 'Zhonggun Military Leader Ling Xiaoming.'
"Back in Master's day, this bitch wouldn't dare squeak."
"...Ha-neul."
"Oops, Hye-eun sis."
Ju Hana, who'd been quietly watching me till then, murmured. Seong Ha-neul quickly corrected her slip.
Of course, I barely registered it.
"Do-yun, let's get you washed up first. You're filthy."
"Oh, uh... sure."
You guys look like you need a bath more. Blood crusted everywhere.
I figured we'd get busted by cops wandering the streets like that. Nope. Nothing happened.
That was my first gut feeling this wasn't a normal place... but I still couldn't figure it out.
"Hoo..."
Whoosh—
Hot water poured down. After a quick rinse, I slipped into the tub and stared at the fizzy bath bomb dissolving.
"Shower would've been fine."
Why insist on a soak? No clue. The bathroom was ridiculously luxurious anyway. I'd noticed entering the apartment—these women weren't ordinary.
This place had to cost nine figures at least. And they weren't even thirty? Serious wealth.
"How do I escape...?"
First, scope the place. The vibe and language felt like modern Korea, at least.
"Hoo..."
Creak—
"...Huh?"
The bathroom door opened. In came the black-haired woman. Ju Hana.
"Uh, um..."
Stark naked. Massive breasts, perfectly smooth pubic area—all on full display, standing there shamelessly confident.
"Wh-why are you here...?"
"Do-yun."
"Y-yes?"
No way. Has to be a misunderstanding.
"Do you know how long I've waited?"
A heavy pressure from below. I glanced down—and saw something unbelievable.
'Wh-what the...?'
This can't be real. How does a body like that have something this huge attached? All the nutrients went there?
"Without you... I thought I'd lose my mind."
"Ah, uh..."
No way. For real?
This is rape. Not just rape—adult assaulting a minor.
"I-I'm just a kid!"
"You're an adult."
"...?"
Me?
"Is... the age of majority fifteen or something?"
"No."
With that, Ju Hana lunged at me.