Not long after Haruta Motono and Orihime Inoue left, Yamamoto Nanjirou, the blond delinquent, emerged from the shadows.
Behind him followed over forty middle school delinquents, all cut from the same cloth.
This gang was the result of Yamamoto Nanjirou's charisma as the leader of Fujimoto High's delinquents, which he'd cultivated over time.
Together, they had formed a guild named "Minotaur Guild," with Yamamoto Nanjirou as its president.
"President, shouldn't we follow them?" one of the blond delinquents asked, puzzled.
"No rush. They're heading to Silvermoon Forest anyway. We'll take a different route and ambush them near the safe zone at the forest entrance," Yamamoto Nanjirou replied, waving his hand dismissively. This time, he was determined to uncover the secret behind Haruta Motono's rapid leveling and claim it for himself.
And, of course, there was Orihime Inoue—his woman. Yamamoto Nanjirou would never allow a loser like Haruta Motono to taint her.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Silvermoon Forest, near the safe zone of Sakura No. 1 Novice Village...
"Great Master, are you sure this will attract humans?" asked Kijitame, the Bird Demon leader, who was suspended from a tree by vines in a peculiar pose.
She twisted uncomfortably, her face full of confusion and doubt.
"Relax. It'll work like a charm. Now, lift your butt higher—yes, just like that. Perfect!" Wotru nodded approvingly, deliberately ignoring Kijitame's face. As long as he focused on the scene, it was undeniably stimulating.
"But, Great Master, I no longer have colorful tail feathers. In our Bird Demon tribe, beautiful plumage is what truly attracts attention..."
"Trust me, with no feathers at all, you're even more irresistible to humans. Hehehe..."
After encouraging Kijitame once more, Wotru ordered the Kobolds and Gnolls to suspend the other Bird Demons in similarly peculiar poses on trees scattered around the safe zone.
The stage was set, the supporting cast was in place, and now they awaited the arrival of the lead actors.
"Don't use your psychic powers just yet; save that for later. For now, just make sure your voices are loud enough."
"Attention, everyone!"
"All monsters, stay hidden in your positions."
"Bird Demons, start calling for help!"
"Help! Help me~"
"Someone save me~ Sob sob sob..."
"What's that sound? Orihime-chan, did you hear it?" Haruta Motono asked, puzzled.
They were still within the safe zone but could hear cries for help coming from inside Silvermoon Forest.
"Maybe an NPC adventurer is in trouble?" Orihime Inoue suggested, her eyes flashing with a hint of caution and wariness as she listened to the seductive cries.
"Motono-kun, there might be some terrifying monsters over there. Can we not go? Please~" Orihime Inoue clung to Haruta Motono's arm, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Scenes from manga where the protagonist rescues a damsel in distress and subsequently falls in love flashed through her mind.
And Haruta Motono—a chubby, ordinary otaku—seemed like the perfect candidate for one of those trending "underdog protagonist" stories.
Orihime Inoue would never allow such a scenario to unfold. Her kind and pure Motono-kun was her man, and she wouldn't let anyone take him away.
"Well, you do have a point," Haruta Motono nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's head in a different direction."
It wasn't that Haruta Motono didn't want to save people; he just felt his current abilities were too limited. Besides, Silvermoon Forest wasn't exactly a safe place.
What if the crying girl turned out to be a ghost? Haruta Motono was terrified of ghosts.
He figured it was better to focus on leveling up and defeating monsters for now. Once his level was high enough, he could find any type of otherworldly beauty he wanted—succubi, elves, beast-eared girls, and so on. Then he could spend his days engaging in "DNA exchanges" with them.
The more he thought about it, the less inclined he was to rescue anyone.
However, the group of blond delinquents tailing Haruta Motono had different ideas.
As soon as they heard the alluring cries for help, their minds went haywire, and a surge of primal desire took over.
Unlike Haruta Motono, a naive virgin, these delinquents had much stronger urges, having already "experienced life."
"President, this… this voice is so sweet!"
"Exactly, President. Based on my years of experience frequenting various establishments, just from this voice alone, I can tell—it's definitely a top-tier beauty!"
"President, shall we go check it out?"
As the blond delinquents discussed amongst themselves, the seductive cries for help grew even more urgent, further igniting their desires.
Yamamoto Nanjirou's expression shifted between hesitance and determination. While he personally preferred to continue tailing Haruta Motono, it seemed his subordinates were more interested in rescuing the damsel.
Haruta Motono wasn't going anywhere; he couldn't escape. For now, it was better to satisfy his underlings' wishes. It would solidify his position as their leader, and if they did manage to rescue a beauty, he'd be the first to enjoy her.
With that thought, Yamamoto Nanjirou nodded and agreed, "Alright, let's go save her. Everyone, gear up and arm yourselves. Silvermoon Forest is dangerous. Remember what happened to that guy who got fed poop last time."
After gearing up, Yamamoto Nanjirou led the group into Silvermoon Forest, cautiously following the cries for help.
Their journey was smooth, with no monsters in sight. Pushing aside the bushes, they soon came upon a stunning girl suspended by vines from a tree.
The seductive cries were coming from her.
The girl was completely bare, but she didn't seem human. She had a pair of fleshy wings on her back, a curvaceous figure, and skin as smooth and white as porcelain.
She hung in a shameful pose, her ample hips raised high, directly facing them.
The blond delinquents froze, their eyes glued to the scene.
All of them immediately stood at attention.
"Huff, huff—"
Their breathing grew heavy, their eyes bloodshot, and their hearts filled with uncontrollable lust and greed. They couldn't wait to charge forward and "battle" her for three hundred rounds.
The women they'd encountered at establishments were mostly older. Occasionally, they'd find some charming ones, but none could compare to this otherworldly beauty.
Most importantly, this wasn't just any beauty; she was a natural Western-style mythical creature. Her smoothness, her tenderness—it struck right at the hearts of these blond delinquents. """
~~~~❃❃~~~~~~~~❃❃~~~~
New chapter live! Patreon updated to Chapter 145
Join for exclusive content: patreon.com/BZDXG
Thank you for your support!