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“Hazel, you might be in danger! I’ll break the door! I’ll definitely compensate.”

“Well, if you insist like that, I have no choice. Yes, go ahead.”

The voices of a man and a woman could be heard outside the door. It sounded like the innkeeper lady, but it was really like a voice actor. An incredible falsetto.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts.

A bed… I must be in an inn.

I had returned after meeting the adventurer couple yesterday.

And why am I not feeling any different despite being in heat? I thought as I touched myself down there…

Oh, right, I remembered that I had kept pleasuring myself because it felt so good.

“Hazel! Are you okay?”

Crash- thud-

The door of my room broke and a huge man entered my sight.

He looked at me with a deeply worried expression, then suddenly averted his gaze and started sweating profusely.

“Uh, um, ah…”

Why is he so flustered?

I was just sleeping on the bed.

Of course, I had passed out after pleasuring myself yesterday, so now I was lying there uncovered, with just a bra on, legs spread wide open like I was sitting on a gynecologist’s chair…

“Aaah!! Aaah!! Aaah!!”

“Get out! Peter, get out for now! I’ll handle this, so get out!”

“I’m sorry, Hazel!”

Oh no… I want to die.

As Rianna quickly approached and covered me with the blanket, I choked myself.

“Hazel! You can’t do that! It might seem hopeless now, but don’t give up hope! Good things will happen! Understand? That’s what you should focus on!”

In other words, is this a suicidal thought even in this messed-up world?

“Aaah. Hazel, breathe, breathe!”

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Attending a tutoring academy for good luck, I found myself seeing more guys of my age compared to high school days where there were only girls.

During lunch breaks in the lounge, I often witnessed them having serious discussions about trivial matters.

“Isn’t it not considered an assassination if the dead person doesn’t know who killed them?”

“You idiot. If they’re already dead, why would they need to know? It’s only an assassination if there are no witnesses.”

“What if there are multiple witnesses? If you kill all those witnesses, is it then assassination or massacre?”

“…I guess so.”

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If I were to kill Peter, the 2-meter giant, and Rianna, the 150cm dwarf, no one in this world would know of my disgrace.

Wouldn’t that be a perfect assassination? Oh, right, the innkeeper saw it too. Well, if I kill just the three of them, it’s an assassination.

“Hazel, you said you don’t have any weapons in your luggage, right? No poison or anything like that? Oh, by the way, when I say poison, I mean things like a dagger or a stiletto used to quietly take out enemies.”

“Uh, no, I never thought about assassination!”

“What? Oh, okay…”

I’m currently sitting in a cafe, receiving education from an unbalanced couple with a 50cm height difference.

By the way, checking my status window, the heat cycle hadn’t disappeared even after waking up, but after taking the medicine Rianna gave me, it was immediately resolved.

I’ll have to take the medicine to deal with the heat cycle in the future.

“It’s strange. An adventurer without any weapons or poison, how did that happen?”

Peter pondered, his arms crossed with a grim expression, making me feel like I was being threatened by a loan shark.

“Ugh, if you were knocked out in battle and woke up, you might have lost your weapon then.”

“Oh, Rianna, that makes sense.”

“Anyway, Hazel may be skinny, but she has strong muscles. I know because I’ve been carried by her. She must have used melee weapons.”

The two of them were deeply engrossed in deducing my profession. I’m sorry, I actually didn’t pay much attention to the details. Even the fruits were all cut by my mom.

And what is this ‘doolbak’ thing?

“Well then, Hazel. Would you like to try this? My axe. Perhaps, with the sense ingrained in your body from using a weapon, wouldn’t it feel satisfying to hold it?”

“Oh, then would you like to try my sword?”

Unlike her petite stature, Rianna seemed to wield an axe. It wasn’t a small hand axe but a huge, massive one. If stood vertically, it might reach Rianna’s lower chest.

I reached out to grab the handle of the axe she offered me.

“Ugh!”

What is this, a rock? My body in South Korea may naturally be weak, but this woman Hazel’s body seemed quite sturdy.

In fact, she even cooperated in lifting Rianna yesterday when she was being assaulted.

Yet, the moment her axe passed into my hand, it slammed down on the ground with a thud.

Wait, Rianna swings this with that small body of hers?

I heard there were water tribe people here, is this the ox tribe?

It doesn’t seem to be the cow tribe. Rianna has small breasts.

And Peter’s sword, although I could hold it, wielding it was difficult.

It was evident that I had never swung it before.

“Well, I actually have healing abilities. No, it seems like I do. Could you please check how effective it is?”

As I blended in with the two’s deduction, I cautiously brought up the main topic. How useful would my healing ability be in this world’s standards?

“Healing ability?”

“Hazel, are you a saint?”

The two sitting across from me suddenly lowered their voices, bowed their heads, and leaned in closer to whisper to me.

Wait, what is this talk about?

“Oh, it’s probably not that. Maybe it’s magic or something.”

“Magicians can’t do healing.”

“Only those granted power by the goddess can handle healing. Like priests or saints. Or maybe heroes?”

Oh no, this is bad. It seems like this is information that shouldn’t be revealed.

Peter and Rianna began to be cautious of their surroundings.

And when they realized no one was paying attention to our table, they whispered again.

“Shall we go to our lodging first? It’s getting difficult to talk here.”

“Yeah. Let’s go to our lodging since Hazel’s room’s front door is broken.”

Ah… please. Let’s not talk about that.

“Then, Hazel. Could you show us your healing ability?”

I thought I should minimize the power as much as possible when talking about it.

I might end up being revered as a saint and become the idol of the continent.

The healing nun is a profession that comforts everyone. Mainly by using breasts and genitals.

Even women who don’t know about the healing nuns know this.

If you go to the Jjanggu novel site, even if you don’t read the novel, you’ll see the cover picture or the introduction to the work.

Nun’s attire is a symbol of lewdness.

“It’s not as impressive as you guys are making it out to be. It’s just like quickly healing a cut from a knife or something. That kind of feeling?”

Let’s not talk about diseases or physical enhancement. But the two still had tense expressions.

After looking at each other, Peter rummaged through his backpack and took out a dagger to cut his finger and create a wound.

“Could you heal this for me?”

It wasn’t a big wound, but blood was dripping onto the table. Oh no, I have to do something quickly.

Uh… I need to read the status explanation… Uh… Found it.

Do I have to touch the wound and the mucous membrane? No, isn’t it just that if I put pressure on my hand, light will emit and heal it?

“Um, then excuse me.”

I cautiously extended my face and closed my eyes, putting Peter’s thick index finger in my mouth. It was much thicker than my thumb.

“Hap. Jjop. Aeum.”

I pressed my tongue against the lower part of his finger in my mouth, making several round trips back and forth. Like a cat grooming itself. Wiping away the blood and ensuring that my tongue adhered well to the wound.

Then Peter’s finger pushed up against the roof of my mouth, stimulating it.

Ugh… W-what is this? It feels like doing something naughty. Maybe it’s just my imagination? Overreacting because I’m a virgin, right?

After licking his finger a few times like that, I sucked in the air around his finger with a “jjooop” sound. Creating a vacuum in my mouth, my cheeks bulged as the taste of blood filled my mouth.

*Gulp*

Inevitably swallowing the saliva and blood in my mouth, I was now filled with the scent of Peter’s masculinity instead of the taste of blood.

“Wow… it’s naughty.”

Hearing Rihanna’s murmurs and feeling her hot breath next to me, I was startled. Did it look naughty? Just with a finger? Wait, is it similar to getting a chili pepper?

Oh no. Another embarrassing memory was added to the stack.

While Rihanna and I were either reacting or not, Peter observed his liberated finger from my mouth.

He doesn’t even care at all, it’s a bit hurtful.

“It’s not just that the bleeding stopped, but the wound seems to have completely disappeared. It’s amazing.”

Peter marveled. Where? As he asked, Rihanna grabbed Peter’s hand with both of hers and began to observe his finger with my saliva glistening on it.

“Ow! Peter, you!! The second joint!! The scar from when I was bitten by a wolf and had flesh torn off, it’s completely gone!”

As Rihanna exclaimed, Peter looked down at his finger once again. He seemed more shocked than amazed now.

After a while of fussing, Rihanna began to act strangely.

Suddenly, she threw off her clothes.

Stripping off her shirt and even her bra, Rihanna leaned towards me with her upper body.

“Please suck on my chest too!”

Oh my god. This is crazy. Rihanna was crazy!

“U-um, Rihanna unnie? I’m not into the same sex. Well, Rihanna unnie is certainly very cute, but no, I…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I like it when a man sucks on me. Just focus on that.”

I moved my finger away from my eyes and looked closely at her chest.

It was a pretty and cute chest. Maybe a B cup? Rihanna unnie is so petite that even a small chest like that looks big, it’s amazing.

Oh, but when I looked a little closer, I could see why she was so excited.

From her left collarbone to just before her right breast nipple, there was a long scar that looked like it had been slashed diagonally.

As an adventurer, is she always carrying such wounds? Being in this other world made me realize it once again.

“I’ll make it up to you, so please? How about it? Do you need a man? Should I lend you Peter? He’s disease-free and strong.”

“Please do anything, just please suck on me, Hazel-nim.”

Rihanna unnie almost pleaded with me, looking incredibly desperate.

As a woman, I can understand. With such beautiful skin and chest, but with such a large scar remaining.

If I had a scar like that and someone said they could fix it, I would want to fix it no matter what the cost.

But unnie, saying it like that makes you seem too much like a pervert. Please don’t expose your chest all the way to the nipples and beg to be sucked, please.

“Yes. I’ll treat you. But I’ve never treated such a large scar before, so I’m not sure if it will work.”

“Sure. I’ll do my best! I’m really thankful even if you just try.”

I cautiously placed my lips right above her right nipple. No matter how much I tried to justify it as treatment, it still felt strange to put my mouth on a woman’s nipple.

Of course, at the moment I touched her nipple with my mouth, I was already out of my mind, but I controlled my mindset by considering it a noble medical act. Ugh, my sexual identity…

“Ah.”

I made sure not to touch her nipple with my mouth. Ugh… I haven’t even kissed a guy yet, so I don’t want to suck on a woman’s nipple. Women’s nipples don’t count, right?

“Haah…”

Rianna made a strange noise.

I held onto her upper body and traced my tongue along the wound. When my tongue dried up, I stopped and gathered saliva before licking again.

Ugh… I met her yesterday, but I’m now spreading saliva on a small and cute girl’s chest. This is undeniably absurd. It’s not Rianna, it’s me who’s absurd, right?

As my saliva kept drying up, I took longer than expected to gather saliva in my mouth. After reaching her collarbone, I even went down in case it might help.

Perhaps too focused on finishing quickly, I ended up putting Rianna’s nipple in my mouth and sucking lightly at the end.

Aaah!! This is not absurd!

“Hyaa♡”

Don’t make strange noises, Unni!

After completing the treatment, Peter and I stepped back and observed Rianna’s chest closely.

The color of the wound gradually became similar to the rest of her skin, and as if by magic, the scar disappeared.

“Oh… it’s gone. It’s gone, Peter.”

Tears streamed down Rianna’s face in excitement. As a woman, I understand that feeling.

It must have been painful for her to show this scar to her boyfriend every time they had sex.

I may not know about sex or boyfriends, but I know some things.

“Now we can do outdoor rape play during the day, Peter.”

No, cancel that. I really don’t understand that sentiment.

“I’m glad I could help.”

This was not an empty phrase.

Having lived by exploiting my mother’s spine and never having helped anyone before, seeing Rianna so happy made me understand why some people are dedicated to volunteer work.

“Hazel. You’re an angel. When are you free?”

“…What?”

“When should I borrow Peter? Do you want to do it here and now? I’ll help you. It can make you feel better.”

“No, I don’t need that! What are you even talking about?”

“Why are you so disgusted if you don’t like it? Why are you making Peter feel so hurt?”

Peter had a look on his face like a wounded large dog. They really are both out of their minds. It’s not a problem with the world of Tteoktaeji, it’s just that these two are crazy.

That’s the conclusion I came to.

After the commotion settled down, the three of us discussed our future plans together.

“I’m sure Hazel has some kind of divine power. There must be a reason why she lost her memory.”

“Well, then, Hazel, would you like to meet the goddess? Maybe you can find out more about your identity or goals.”

Huh? Wait, you can meet a goddess just by wishing for it here?