Chapter 14: The Distance of the Beast
I somehow managed to pull myself up.
I can't die without touching Ariella's mammaries.
"One day this life will be over, and I'm going to make the most of every moment...."
In hindsight, it was arrogant.
I'm wanted to move on with my life, even if it meant getting stabbed for going to check on a relationship that was already over.
I'm acted as if i could turn around and walk away when it was over.
It's a disgusting bravado. I'm almost in tears at how pathetic I am.
But when the charade broke, I faced my true self.
"Sex!"
I want to have sex!
"Sex!"
I wake up screaming for sex.
I don't belong in a place like this. If I die, my heart will stop beating, and when it stops, there won't be any blood to keep my cock hard.
When that happens, the hundred-plus milks waiting for me will make rivers of tears!
Wailing!
- It hurts so much, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.
"Ugh."
Don't make me think!
I'm squeezing the life out of me....
I hate my brain for expecting an easy cheat at times like this, where the gods who brought me to this world will come out and help me.
Unfortunately, the blood I'm bleeding is real blood.
I haven't spilled this much blood since I got caught by the enema after doing 100 bougie strikes instead of a headbutt to Mrs. Kendo.
I thought the sword on the wall was a false sword, but who knew it was a real sword that could slice through a moonworm.
"Haha...."
I don't want to die yet.
I look back and realize that I'm already far away from my hilltop home.
I've somehow made it all the way to the crowded street, and everyone is walking away from me with just a glance.
"Can someone...."
Someone call 911!
People with colors I've never seen before walk past me, leaving their shoulder pads behind.
Is it okay to do this to someone who is bleeding profusely?
"Tsk, tsk. A runaway slave."
"He looks so nice on the outside, I wonder what he did to deserve that."
"He looks like he has a bad temper, stay away from him."
"I'm not a slave...."
When you come from the other world, you start out as a slave.
There are so many people, and I have no choice but to be a guest?
I felt my strength slipping away, and I struggled, but I couldn't stop myself from leaning over.
I've lost too much blood....
A feeling of exhaustion spreads through my body.
"Eight, get lost. It's bad luck to die in front of the workshop."
"Kick!"
I feel a kick to the side and flip over.
"Kolok. Kolok."
"You're still breathing. Go die somewhere else!"
An old man...?
A man who looks like he must have used his strength in his youth is looking down at me pitifully.
Judging from his white beard and white hair, he must be an old man, but his skin is a weedy green color....
"Help me...."
"Why would I, what good would it do to spare you?"
"Just let me live, I'll do anything for you."
Shit. I'm begging for my life when all I can do is move my tongue.
It's a stark reminder of how valuable our world's first responders are.
"Apparently, you dead because you did something that killed you."
"I'm not dead yet.... You senile old bastard...."
"I stand corrected. You shouldn't call me an old man!"
"I'm not dead yet either. Let me live."
"But you will die soon. Apparently, you've earned some woman's hatred."
"How do you know that...."
Is he psychic?
"Let go of this. I need to sweep the yard."
"I'll do anything.... Let me live.... I don't want to die."
"You're a wounded D-class slave, and the only thing you can do for me is become meat."
"...."
"Why should I spare you when you've gotten yourself into this mess by touching a woman you shouldn't have touched."
"A woman you shouldn't have touched?"
"If you inevitably come across her, speak sparingly. Don't look at her casually. Do not approach her carelessly."
"To touch her again."
I pushed myself up with my hands.
"You, you. You're ripping my pants!"
"Those breasts... I won't die until I touch them...!"
My eyes went black as I realized that these were my last words.
The burning pain in my flesh confirmed that I wasn't dead yet.
I thought I was dead when I suddenly felt comfortable.
He smells like a woman.
Not perfume.
Just the smell of flesh, the way an attractive woman's body would smell.
Opening my eyes, I see a blonde woman in a navy blue nun's habit in my blurry vision.
"I see you're awake, you're over the hump."
"I struggled. Can I have a gold coin?"
"I don't mind the money, I was saving a man's life."
"It's a small price to pay for saving that life, so take it."
"Mr. Bior...."
"Go ahead and take it."
"Okay. When he wakes up, tell him to be careful not to open his wounds."
"I have no such intentions, you bastard, and I'll kick you out as soon as you wake up."
I closed my eyes in panic.
Was that old man saving my life....
As soon as I was relieved, a wave of sleepiness washed over me, and I forgot about the passage of time.
"Mmmm...."
I woke up and patted my chest.
The wound was healed.
I'm scarred, but somehow I survived.
The old man, secretly Tsundere. He whined like he wasn't going to save me, but he was a good man after all, wasn't he?
...I looked at the dog leash and large dildo on the floor and felt my anus tighten.
I have to escape!
Just then, a green-skinned old man from the other room saw me, panting, getting out of bed.
"Why do you look like that, seeing your life saver!"
"I can't give you my rear end!"
"What are you talking about, you're making me sick!"
"Grandpa, isn't that your kind of food?"
"What the hell are you looking at that makes you say that?"
I said, pointing to the dildos on display on one wall.
"This one."
"That's a work tool."
"Work tools?"
"Have you never seen a dildo before?"
"No...."
I've seen it often.
Not for my own use, but in the ladies' rooms.
Or whatever the latest dildo fad is.
Of course, dildos can't beat me, so I never used them.
Upon closer inspection, I realize it's not just dildos, but all sorts of SM paraphernalia. I knew right away what his job was.
"You were a teacher's assistant? At that age...."
Ouch, that sudden movement hurt like hell.
I sit up in bed and grunt.
"If you're awake, get the fuck out of here, you asshole."
"Grandpa. How did you know I got fucked by a woman?"
"I'm not your grandfather. Call me Bjorn."
"Uncle Bjorn."
"Tsk."
Bjorn sat back in his chair, eating something like porridge.
"By the looks of your hands, skin, and nutrition, you not a runaway from some dirty job.
The fact that you've done something so blasphemous that you've been stabbed, but not killed, suggests to me that you have the favor of the Chartreuse family, for his wife is of good character.
Crucially, your body reeks of wench."
"Sissy odor?"
I don't remember growing up with that.
"It's not on you, it's in you.
You smell like a female who's been fed only the good stuff, who's seen only the good stuff."
"You're sharp. Your workshop is shoddy, but your skills are good. Old man."
"When you've satisfied your curiosity, get lost. Don't make me repeat myself."
"No. I'm interested in a teaching assistant."
"What?"
"Actually, I heard you when you were knocked out. You spent money to heal me.
I'm not leaving unless you pay me back tenfold."
"Hahaha!"
Bjorn burst out laughing.
"What, does repaying a favor sound like a strange word to you?"
"You don't even know what you're talking about, hahaha, a D-class slave trying to earn ten gold coins? Hahahaha!"
Damn. My stomach twists in knots.
To be laughed at, even after dying and coming back to life.
"Don't you think for a second that the Chartreuse family picked me up for a reason?"
"There's no reason. You're just lucky."
"...If I stayed there because I was lucky, then it must be because I was unlucky to fail."
"You're wrong. It's your fault you failed."
"How do you know that?"
"It's none of my business who you fucked while you were there, but you just fucked.
You didn't fuck a woman."
"What...?"
"You just enjoyed her pussy, you didn't tame her."
I'm angry at being ignored.
But on the flip side, I realize that the old man's words hit the nail on the head.
"Don't look down on your assistant. A young alien. It's like war."
"Tame a woman? On my world, if you say that, they think you've been watching too much porn."
"On any world, creatures improve by hunting down those lesser than themselves.
Can you imagine how difficult it is to tame and bend to the will of a species that is no more physically capable or intelligent than you?"
"So, in short, you're saying that the problem is that I had sex with a human?"
Bjorn laughed caustically and emptied his bowl.
"What do you expect me to teach a man who knows nothing?"
"...Master!"
I dropped to my knees.
One knee, one knee, no point in wasting it now.
"What is it?"
"Teach me a lesson, there's a woman I really want to fuck."
"I can't give you a lesson, but I can tell you something."
"What?"
"What kind of tits were those that made you cry out before you died?"
I smirked.
Ariella's tits saved my life.
I couldn't resist a world-class tit.
"Do you want me to give them a try?"
"Go ahead."
Feeling like I was giving away my alien status with every breath I took, I told her everything that had happened.
The old man, Bjorn, who had finished his meal, listened to my tale in silence, sometimes laughing, sometimes getting annoyed.
"How is it, Master?"
"Were you also stabbed in the head?"
"Yes?"
"If you're going to embellish a story, do it in moderation! Who would believe such an improbable tale?"
"Which part of it is not true?"
"The whole thing, from beginning to end! You find Verdia asleep, you pounce on her, she's too weak to put up a decent fight against your cock, and her husband sees her climaxing and decides to let her live because he recognizes you?
You think I let you live so I could get some of that shitty seasoned sliced meat?"
"No, I'm serious...."
Ha, what to do with this. I can't show him.
No, I can show him, right?
"Would you like to see my gifted zither?"
I put my hands on my hips.
"You're the first human I've ever met who would brag to an orc about the size of his cock."
"What? Are you saying...."
"Literally. You've never seen an orc before?"
"Oh...."
I've never seen one in real life....
I can't believe he looks like that.
I immediately understood why he was so green-skinned, so old, and so big.
"Do orcs have dicks that big?"
"Big. But such comparisons are meaningless now. Because what you see before you is the last orc in the Empire."
"Master?"
What happened to the orcs?
"If you want to show me something, do it quickly."
"I'll show you myself."
I displayed my proud cock.
Three-second erections were my specialty.
'Ariella's tits. Verdia's ass....'
Just imagining them gives me a full erection without touching them.
"It's nice to be young."
"How about that."
"Not a cool cock."
"Did you just recognize the super rookie Eli boy?"
"Dumbass. Cock size only detracts from a slave's commodity value. It's not a talent you need for a teaching assistant."
"...."
I was grass dead.
I was confident....
"But it might help if what you're saying is true, that weird delusion of yours that you made the first girl you fucked come with your dick."
"It's true."
"So, how do you plan on fucking that Ariella girl?"
"Well, I'm going to learn the old man's tricks for making a girl go down on her ass, and then I'm going to go visit...."
"Go to her?"
"Once you stick your cock in her, she won't be able to move, will she?"
"Teaching assistant is not a superpower!"
"Hmm."
"I get that you have a lot of pride in that cock. But I'm a believer in what I see with my own eyes."
"Forget it. You D-class slave, go do what D-class slaves do, and you'll make enough to live on for a day."
"No, I want to be a teaching assistant."
"I don't think you understand, so I'll tell you. There are hundreds of aliens who come through the door every day."
"What?"
Hundreds... hundreds?
Then thousands in ten days, tens of thousands in a hundred....
Can one city handle such a population?
"Of course, fewer enter the city in one piece, but the Aisles are always overflowing with people. Do you understand what I mean?"
"...."
"There are a lot of D-class slaves like you who dream of rising up the ranks. If you're a woman, you might be favored by the nobility, but if you're a man, it's one of two things.
Become a laborer or go to paradise. And even then, most of them starve to death from the hardships of labor."
"What's paradise?"
That sounds cheap.
Usually when a place is called "paradise," it's because it's an oxymoron: the placenta.
"It's when you're put under the care of an empress and bred to be a human cattle that eats, sleeps, and sleeps."
"...."
What the hell is that....
The story that the old man told was so bizarre that I couldn't understand it all at once.
Bjorn clicked his tongue at my agitation.
"I can't believe you're setting up a kid who doesn't even know what this world is like yet to be a teacher's assistant."
"Still, I didn't mean it as a joke."
I was deadly serious.
I'm a penniless, powerless subject with no money and no power, and I'm up in the sky, and the only thing I can hope for is a teaching assistant to be a ray of light.
When it came to sex, I was always sincere, believing there was no other way.
"Assuming my delusional ramblings are true," I asked, "can I learn the art of subbing from grandfather and become a great sub?"
"If what you say is true, then with a little tinkering with your promiscuity, you could be a ruffling tutor up and down this street."
"How much is that?"
Thump, thump, thump!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
No, it was broken!
"Oh, my mistake."
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