episode_0034
by fnovelpiaI have friends like that. A friend who says he’s sick but doesn’t go to the hospital.
A friend who says it hurts, but still makes fun of that area.
Every time I see a friend like that, I have a set thing to say.
‘It’s because it hurts less. Just be quiet and go to the hospital.’
Even though you’re sick enough to die, you still don’t go to the hospital?
Then I admit it. You are thinking of the hospital as a respawn area.
Most people go to the hospital as soon as they feel sick. I am paying my health insurance premiums regularly, so I should enjoy the benefits as much as I pay.
From my point of view, it would have been a loss if I had not gone and held on.
Therefore, friends who say they are sick but do not go to the hospital do so because they are not sick yet.
Same goes for me now.
The guy who was whining about itchiness while walking actually came back from the clinic without doing anything? When the doctor asked you to show the affected area, you felt ashamed and ran away?
From anyone’s perspective, it was not the reaction of a sick cub.
“Father, are you okay?”
“… What about you?”
“I can tolerate it.”
He was saying that, but his expression was not like that at all.
Charlotte was also frowning. The current state seemed very uncomfortable.
Her thighs were crossed and her hands roamed around her hips. It gave off a strong hint that it wanted to scratch.
I feel proud for no reason. I feel like I am in the same situation as you.
It was a feeling similar to inner intimacy.
“… Me too.”
In fact, it’s close to the limit. It’s so hard to resist the itchiness.
Cold sweat was flowing down.
I feel like I need to get treatment quickly, but I can’t see any way. Since I had no relevant knowledge, there was nothing I could do.
“No matter what, it’s a bit awkward to show it to the legislator.”
“… you’re right. I have to show my butt to a stranger… . I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do it. Because it’s a shame.”
Charlotte, I agree with you. Did the bitch who knew that do something like that yesterday?
I wanted to argue right away, but I didn’t have the strength.
“Let’s look for the priest first. You might be staying in town.”
Is there a priest in such a remote village? I do not know. This was a matter that had to be left to luck.
Lucky if you have it. If not, die.
I looked around the village with an awkward, awkward gait. It wasn’t easy to take one step, but it was possible thanks to my patience.
“Eureka.”
It was a miracle. There was an adventurer party at the inn.
“Sa, priest.”
I braced my hips and approached the priest. Instead of dragging out the explanation, I started from the main point.
I will give you “ money. Please recover to the maximum.”
“Yes?Recovery?”
“I want recovery.”
The priest takes a quick look. He hesitated, as if he had just planned to leave the inn.
When you’re about to start an adventure, you don’t want to waste your divine power.
I took out a leather pouch from subspace. They offered a large amount of money that was difficult to refuse.
Her companions, including the priest, widened their eyes.
Subtly stabs the priest in the side. He cooed, urging me to write quickly.
The priest cleared his throat a couple of times and opened his mouth.
“It’s not difficult to write it down. You know what kind of recovery order it is and you’re asking for it, right?”
“Yes.”
Each sacred spell is used at a different time. Cure when removing a curse, recovery when removing a disease.
‘Itching is definitely a disease.’
If you want to negotiate, you can. But I didn’t want to do that.
I wanted to escape the itching I was feeling as quickly as possible, even for a second.
“Recovery.”
The priest’s sacred spell enveloped my body. I felt a cozy warmth.
I immediately focused my feelings on my butt.
“Hyo, it’s not effective?”
Still itchy. The itching did not go away.
Isn’t it a disease? Or maybe the priest’s skills are poor?
“I used recovery.”
“… It works… .”
“We can take this, right? Because that was the condition.”
The priest hastily grabbed his leather pouch. The heavy bag sank like a ball.
“How much is this?”
“I got it, really.”
“Let’s go and open it quickly.”
The adventurer party burst into laughter and left the inn. They were almost running away from me.
I couldn’t chase them. It was because my butt was so itchy that I felt like I was going crazy.
“Charlotte, wait a minute.”
First, I walked to the counter and took a room. I barely managed to drag myself and enter the room.
After locking the door, I immediately took off my pants.
‘I’m glad I transplanted slime.’
* * *
“Charlotte, wait a minute.”
Let’s take a rest and go. The afterword was omitted.
I didn’t even bother to explain why I was asking for a break.
I think Charlotte also knows. Dyke’s prediction was accurate.
‘I know very well, father.’
From the perspective of the perpetrator, not the victim.
Charlotte watched Dyke the whole time. I haven’t taken my eyes off him since he started itching and complaining.
It’s still the same now.
“Ugh… .”
Dyke walks up to the second floor like a puppy that needs to poop.
I looked at his back carefully. The gaze was fixed on the buttocks.
I frowned until Dyke disappeared from sight. Pretending to share the same symptoms. He looked restless.
Then, as soon as Dyke went up to the second floor, he erased his expression and took it away.
“… … .”
The innkeeper, who was watching Charlotte standing in the hall, was shocked as soon as her expression changed.
Because you have eyes full of life? Is it because the snow is so cold that it feels like cutting my hands?
‘You have a messed up face.’
Not at all.
‘You can just go up there and fuck. ‘Why are you doing that there?’
The Erok innkeeper is also a woman. Of course I sold my body.
Against male adventurers or mercenaries who are relatively well-off.
I have a lot of experience. I knew very well the eyes of men who were dominated by their balls.
The expression Charlotte was making now was similar to the men she had seen before. It was the same as the males who climbed on top of them and hit their desires with all their might.
The other man hurried to the room. I don’t know what the woman was doing alone.
With a very excited face, nostrils flaring… .
While Erok Innkeeper was gossiping about Charlotte in his mind, Charlotte was concentrating on the second floor.
Dyke locked the door. I took off my pants to relieve the itch. The moment she sensed such a presence, Charlotte quickly left the inn.
And then I visited the doctor.
When Charlotte, who had just left, returns, the congressman looks at her with a questioning look.
“Just now… .”
“It is called Charlotte.”
Charlotte brought up the business straight away.
“Please come with me in about 10 minutes.”
* * *
“I’m going crazy, damn… !”
No matter how much I scratch, the itching does not go away. Is it an epidemic?
Feeling doubtful, I used the mirror to check the condition of my butt for myself.
But he was fine. There was no change in appearance.
‘I don’t know why.’
All I can do is scratch.
That didn’t last long either. As if I was becoming more and more resistant, the itchiness got worse.
The more I scratched, the more I lost.
“Ahh… .”
I want to poop. In times like this, if I poop a large amount of alcohol, the pleasure would be so great.
Those times when I’m imagining something stupid and trying to get my mind off my ass.
Luke knocked on the door. It was Charlotte.
─ Father. We have brought you a member of the National Assembly.
“… Rep.?”
What do you do when you have a member of the National Assembly? I don’t have the courage to show my butt.
─ I told the doctor about my symptoms. Then he made me some medicine.
“Medicine?!”
There is medicine?
I quickly got out of bed and put on my pants. And opened the door.
“Congressman. Please come in first.”
Is this my God? It seems like there is a halo shining from behind.
The old lawmaker smiled awkwardly and entered the room. There was a bottle in his hand.
“Is that medicine by any chance?”
“… Yes, it is medicine.”
The congressman cleared his throat and continued speaking.
“I feel itchy in a specific area… . Aren’t there any major differences in that area? It’s so fine that it’s embarrassing to even call it an affected area, right?”
“Yes.”
When I checked in the mirror earlier, my appearance was really fine. My asshole was fine.
It would have been less frustrating if I had hives.
“I do not know the detailed name of the disease. But we can manufacture medicine. The ingredients are surprisingly simple.”
The congressman told me the ingredients. These were common things around us.
It was amazing how easy it was to get relief from the damn itch.
“Can you really make medicine with them?”
“… Yes, but you’re missing the most important step.”
“Is it an important process?”
“At the end, you must chew it thoroughly and mix it with saliva.”
“… … .”
I know that grinding or boiling medicinal ingredients amplifies their effectiveness. But chew it?
My eyes turned to the bottle in the doctor’s hand. I feel rejected.
I don’t like getting my ass kicked by an old doctor, but I don’t like having the old doctor’s saliva smeared on my asshole.
“So what about that medicine?”
“Fortunately, I did not make this medicine.”
The elderly councilor glanced at Charlotte as if to reassure her. Charlotte shrugged her shoulders with a proud face.
“I received help from a female engineer here.”
“… … .”
Should I be happy or sad?
“… Thank you.”
Itching is difficult to tolerate. Let’s apply it first and think about it.
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