Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Please Show the Affected Area
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I strolled leisurely along the unpaved mountain path. It felt like crossing gentle hills.
Our village was actually nestled in the mountains. Even being generous, it wasn't exactly flat terrain.
"......"
Being with Charlotte made me tense for no reason. Yesterday's events, today's—I was hyper-aware of it all without realizing.
'Why the hell is my ass so itchy?'
Scratching brought relief only in that instant, but it quickly turned stuffy again. There were limits to sneaking scratches.
This wouldn't do.
Swallowing my embarrassment, I asked Charlotte for a moment.
"...Just a sec."
"I'll wait as long as you need, Father."
"...Won't take long."
I hid my flushed face as best I could and pushed into the nearby bushes. I found a spot on a slope a little ways off the path.
This was my bare minimum of conscience.
I dropped my pants and got ready to go. But nothing came out.
"...Ah."
Come to think of it, I'd inserted that slime yesterday. Insertion more than transplant.
I didn't know the exact term, but it was a slime made for lewd purposes. Because of it, I couldn't shit even if I wanted to.
No matter how hard I strained, nothing. Time to give up.
'Is this a good thing?'
It wasn't exactly great news.
There had definitely been pleasure in taking a dump. Kinda missed it now.
"Ugh."
It itched. Worse than a mosquito bite. The kind of itch no human endurance could withstand.
As the hero who'd overcome countless trials since my hero days, I could tough this out. Otherwise, God knows what state I'd be in right now.
I didn't even want to imagine.
'What the hell is this? Why's it suddenly itching?'
A disease? Something contagious?
The questions piled up. To pinpoint the cause, I mentally reviewed the last few hours.
I'd been fine until this morning. The itching started after we left the village.
'No special circumstances.'
No matter how I racked my brain, nothing stood out. It was weird.
"Everything alright, Father?"
The moment I emerged from the bushes, Charlotte called out to me.
I should have looked refreshed, but instead I was frowning suspiciously. Fair enough reason to wonder. Though did she really need to ask...
"Nah. I'm good."
I shook my head. No matter what, I absolutely didn't want to tell Charlotte.
That my asshole was itching me crazy.
'How the hell do I even say that?'
A man's pride and all. Absolutely not.
"I see. Glad to hear it."
Charlotte flashed a meaningful smile. Had she figured it out?
I hurriedly straightened my shoulders and back. Walked on casually, pretending nothing was wrong.
'I can endure. You're the hero, remember.'
The hero who'd slain the Demon King and saved the world.
Me, collapsing over a mere itchy asshole? No way in hell.
"If your stomach's bothering you, we can rest a bit before going, Father."
"Not hurting. Let's get moving."
Misunderstanding, huh. Actually worked in my favor.
'Keep thinking that.'
Stomach issues were a trial anyone could face.
Charlotte had already seen right through Dyke's condition. She was the one who'd slathered his asshole thick with the aphrodisiac, after all.
No way she wouldn't know.
'Olivia's special brew. Works like a charm.'
She'd used it plenty before her regression. Perfect for Dyke, who kept rejecting his daughters' advances with that "family" nonsense.
It revealed a whole new side of him.
'Father shaking his dick around, begging me to suck it because he couldn't stand the itch...'
Just a fleeting memory of that day. She could barely contain her excitement.
Her pussy started getting wet.
"...What's up?"
Charlotte had been keeping pace fine, but her sudden odd reaction made Dyke turn to check on her.
She clamped her lips shut and averted her eyes. Silently recited her vow inside.
Mind control. She'd nearly pounced on Dyke by accident.
Couldn't ruin her carefully laid plans over that.
Charlotte summoned superhuman patience and barely suppressed her urges. Face flushed, she edged slightly away from Dyke.
A subtle reaction.
Dyke snapped his fingers. Grinned like he'd pieced it together and looked at Charlotte.
"Charlotte, you're dealing with it too, huh."
"Pardon?"
"Hmph. If you're feeling it too... definitely sounds like something contagious."
"......"
Charlotte was sharp. Among the prime candidates, she came off a tad slow.
But compared to regular folk, she grasped situations faster than anyone.
'Did he misunderstand?'
That she was in the same boat, feeling the itch?
Charlotte was perfectly fine. She wasn't dumb enough to slather it on herself.
No chance.
She despised drugs.
Her mother had abandoned her while strung out on them. No way she'd indulge in that herself.
But Charlotte was selfish as hell. Wouldn't use it on herself, but on Dyke? Fair game.
Even if it was a mild aphrodisiac far from pleasure or addiction—just something to induce itching.
Not using it herself but tormenting someone else knowing full well it'd hurt? Hypocritical. Contradictory.
Contradictory, but Charlotte felt zero remorse. Not a shred of the guilt anyone else might.
Trivial emotions? Who gave a damn.
Thinking she could see Father shyly begging again washed away any guilt—
"Contagious disease?"
"...Truth is."
Charlotte's blush had been for a different reason. Dyke suddenly leaning in close.
Dyke couldn't know that.
From his perspective, he pegged Charlotte's state definitively. A misjudgment he'd never make otherwise.
The aphrodisiac was clouding his thinking.
"Contagious disease's got my body itching. You too, right? That's why?"
"......"
The spot was too embarrassing to voice. So the flush on her face.
Dyke had basically spelled out his own plight to Charlotte.
"Father, is it bad right now?"
"...M-managable? You?"
"It's a little tough for me to bear."
Charlotte's mind spun at full speed. How to turn Dyke's sympathy into sex.
Wanted it on this trip if possible.
Dyke masked his oddly upbeat tone and asked.
"Tough to bear? How bad?"
"...Actually, that's why I said resting earlier might be good? It's been like this since then..."
"No way. You meant the itch was making it hard to walk?"
"Yes."
Totally not. But the situation could be spun that way.
Dyke bought it hook, line, and sinker. Wanted to believe it so bad he didn't even consider doubting.
Downright excluding every other possibility to reach his preferred conclusion.
"Hmph, gotcha."
A smile tugged at Dyke's lips. Cute, grinning like he'd found a way out.
Time to play it off casually itchy.
'Like this?'
Charlotte overtly twisted her thighs together. As if her asshole itched.
Dyke clocked the tiny motion like a hawk.
Didn't ask outright, but gauged her state and nodded firmly. Wasn't just him.
Seemed consoled by the fact.
"...Let's pick up the pace for now. You good to walk?"
"I'll manage, Father."
"Good."
The two headed for the nearest decent-sized village. No doctor in a tiny hamlet, so something bigger.
Erok—.
Dyke knew a physician there. Planned to describe the symptoms to her.
Best if they ran into an adventurer party and borrowed a priest's holy magic too.
With that in mind, he quickened his steps.
'Father's ass. So damn appetizing.'
Twisting her waist exaggeratedly like it was unbearable, Charlotte trailed right behind Dyke. Her eyes locked on his rear.
'Easy now. Can't get excited.'
Before regression, she'd jumped him out of nowhere. Total berserk mode.
Couldn't even properly savor his face, just slammed her hips into his ass like a beast in heat.
Thwack! Thwack—!
—Ahk, slurp! Charlotte...! Wh-what the hell are you...! Agh!
Only got his back view. Father's frantic attempts to wriggle free.
That hazy memory of their first time was such a regret.
Not this time. Absolutely. Father's one-and-only virginity in life.
She'd savor every bit.
Etch it vividly into her eyes and ears, unforgettable.
What face would Father make?
Charlotte's body shivered. Her lower belly buzzed hot.
"You okay?"
Dyke's face was serene as he asked carefully. Not a hint of worry for Charlotte.
His own chastity, sure.
"...I'm fine."
Eyes lit with joy at finding a comrade in suffering. That's how Dyke looked at Charlotte.
Ridiculous from her perspective.
The two reached the village of Erok. They blew past the log fence without even seeing the chief and bolted straight for the clinic.
"Please show me the affected area."
"Eh?"
"I need to examine the state of the itchy spot to give an accurate diagnosis."
"......"
Dyke shot Charlotte a glare. She shook her head firmly.
Dyke's remaining options: bare his ass to a male doctor or back off and pin hopes on a priest's holy spell.
Those two.
"...We'll come back later."
"But it's itchy?"
"Looks fine now. Probably just from not washing. Haha."