The dawn was breaking.
A white-robed priest ran through the guards.
“…Mion?”
“Scath-sama!”
Mion rushed over and knelt in front of Jeong Yusin.
Though the floor was covered in blood, Mion paid it no mind.
Jeong Yusin and Mion knelt and stared at each other for a moment.
“I’ve read your letter, Scath-sama.”
The apology letter sent through the temple’s receptionist had reached Mion. Jeong Yusin felt a mix of shame and relief. He thought it was all the more genuine because it was written with honest feelings.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, please. Let’s prioritize your treatment first.”
[High Heal]
A warm golden light enveloped Jeong Yusin’s entire body. The broken wrist bone and lacerations quickly began to heal.
“Thank you, Teacher Mion.”
Jeong Yusin bowed his head in gratitude, and Mion smiled faintly.
“No, I should’ve arrived sooner. If I had, Scath might not have had to suffer so much… I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need to say that.”
Mion engaging in battle with monster-like Hans was worrying enough to make his chest tighten.
“Hmph!”
Ingrid let out a fake cough.
“There are too many witnesses. Enough of this.”
Mion’s cheeks turned pink.
Ingrid was right. There would be no good coming from being seen by the mad knight captain who was overly fond of his younger sister.
Jeong Yusin decided he had one last matter to discuss.
“Teacher Mion, it seems I won’t be able to participate in classes for a while.”
“Understood. It’s because of the night watch commission, right? Don’t worry about the tuition. I’ll inform the temple receptionist. I’ll just count the days you attended and apply the fee accordingly.”
“Thank you.”
Jeong Yusin bowed deeply.
Meanwhile…
The guards who had approached murmured amongst themselves.
“…Can it really be Barbaroy? And a half-breed at that?”
“Does this make any sense? Am I dreaming?”
Ingrid spoke up.
“This Barbaroy broke Hans’ seal.”
Jeong Yusin stared vacantly at Ingrid.
Suddenly?
Suddenly stabbing like that?
Just a moment ago, he had been enjoying a stroll through paradise with Mion, and in an instant, he felt as if he were being dragged by the collar down to hell.
The guards murmured.
Ingrid pointed at Jeong Yusin and delivered the final verdict.
“The half-blood Barbaroy Scath is a virgin.”
Beside them, Mion let out a sharp intake of breath, but Jeong Yusin couldn’t pay attention to it.
“Good grief! So Hans’ anti-virgin protection seal?!”
“Crazy! This is insane. How can a Barbaroy be a virgin?!”
“Hey, hit my cheek, will you? I can’t tell if this is a dream or reality anymore!”
The guards were in an uproar.
Jeong Yusin’s face twisted.
The murmurs of the guards evolved into whispers and then into speculation.
“He looks like a young man, yet…”
“That could happen. After all, you know…”
“Dear me, what a tragedy at such a young age? Pitiful.”
The sympathetic gazes felt like daggers to Jeong Yusin’s heart.
The anger bubbled up quickly then subsided.
It wasn’t wise to pick a fight with the guards here.
And getting mad at Ingrid was inappropriate too, given the massive difference in rank and the debt of gratitude.
Most importantly, he was mentally exhausted.
He no longer wanted to stay.
Jeong Yusin wobbled as he stood up.
“I’ll end my shift here, then.”
“Rest well. It’s fine if you don’t show up for a few days.”
“Scath, please go ahead.”
Ingrid said.
Mion waved at Jeong Yusin faintly.
“One moment.”
Ingrid stopped Jeong Yusin.
“Since the ‘chaste’ one is walking around half-naked, it’s inappropriate. Wear my coat.”
Jeong Yusin glared at Ingrid.
Could she have harbored resentment because he had called her mother-in-law?
However much he scrutinized Ingrid’s expressionless face, there was nothing he could read from it.
Jeong Yusin sighed deeply.
“Phew… Thank you.”
Ingrid personally removed her coat and draped it over Jeong Yusin’s shoulders.
“Barbaroy!”
The squad captain threw something.
Thud!
It was a scratched-up catle helm, filled with teeth and claw marks.
Jeong Yusin nodded and scanned his surroundings.
In the rising sunlight, numerous guards and explorers gathering to enter the labyrinth were staring at Jeong Yusin.
Step by step, Jeong Yusin’s personal secrets were revealed alongside the dawn.
‘This is completely…’
Though it was something admirable he had done.
His stomach churned and his head spun.
‘What kind of odd world is this? A non-virgin defense seal, seriously? So I’m the only one who can’t have sex. What a messed-up other world.’
The morning breeze lifted Jeong Yusin’s jet-black hair and passed by.
With Ingrid’s coat draped loosely over his bare upper body and a single-bladed sword resting on his shoulders, Jeong Yusin began walking.
The crowd parted a path for him.
Somewhere alongside, the members of Jeong Yusin’s party approached.
The Half-Oger, Iron Mask, and the toad stood alongside Jeong Yusin.
“Ah… what? Stand strong.”
“Mating can always be done anytime. Opportunities will come if you keep living.”
“Scath, are you aspiring to be a monk?”
“Let’s go quietly. I’m tired.”
Jeong Yusin waved them off and walked through the crowd.
Mion shouted from behind.
“I… I don’t care if Scath is a… virgin!”
‘Why is she yelling?’
“Thank you.”
Jeong Yusin turned around to bow, then focused ahead. A dark feeling began to creep up in his heart.
He knew it shouldn’t be like this. Yet, everything seemed so resentful.
Ingrid watched Jeong Yusin’s retreating figure until she turned away.
From a distance, Ingrid’s subordinates approached.
“Sorry for being late.”
One of Ingrid’s subordinates, a Black Bull, knelt with one knee down and bowed his head.
“It’s fine. It’s my fault for coming to the Labyrinth City too quickly. I’ll rest for a while, so take care of the labyrinth.”
“Understood.”
As Jeong Yusin entered the Central Zone, he looked around at his party members.
“Well, see you later.”
“Scath, take a good rest.”
“Today was a lot of work. Farewell, croaker.”
“Oh, I forgot.”
Jeong Yusin took off his gauntlet and handed it to Iron Mask.
“Thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to commit social suicide.”
“It’s good to see it being used well.”
Iron Mask chuckled and patted Jeong Yusin on the shoulder.
“Is keeping one’s purity to protect important people something that should be criticized? Pure love should be proud. There’s no need to feel ashamed.”
“That’s enough.”
Jeong Yusin’s voice lowered.
“Understood. See you later.”
Jeong Yusin parted ways with his party members and headed to the South Zone. He arrived at the inn, going against the groups of explorers gathering to venture into the labyrinth.
“Ah! Scath-sama!”
Tarman came running up.
“I’m here. Any warm soup?”
“Yes, please wait a moment.”
Tarman ran to the kitchen.
After waiting a short while…
Tarman came out with a tray laden with food.
“Here you go.”
The menu consisted of tomato soup, dark whole-grain bread, grilled sausage, and pickled cabbage.
Jeong Yusin sipped the soup and tore at the bread.
As the food settled into his empty stomach, he began feeling better.
He focused entirely on his meal. After all, battling all night had left him famished.
After clearing his bowls, he placed the dishes on the plate.
“Phew, that was good. Always thanks.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Tarman smiled brightly.
Jeong Yusin stared at Tarman’s smile for a moment before standing up and turning around.
“I’ll sleep now. Since I’ll be resting for a few days, there’s no need to prepare any midnight snacks.”
“Yes, understood. Please rest well.”
Jeong Yusin ascended the stairs to his room.
With a towel, he wiped his body, changed clothes, and lay down on the bed.
Seeing Tarman’s smile, Jeong Yusin thought that coming here had been the right choice.
Though exposing himself as a virgin was embarrassing.
Boron and Einhofer.
And the connections he’d made at the Demon Disassembly Site.
Though those connections had been short-lived, they were far from shallow.
He had no regrets about protecting them from any potential dangers.
No regrets.
He rested his head on his arm and closed his eyes.
“Tch. I hope this rumor doesn’t spread, huh? Tch. Who cares, really. Yu-sin, this is excessive self-awareness. Pull yourself together.”
The annoying worries rose and fell in his heart.
The fatigue accumulated from the all-night battle pressed heavily.
Darkness enveloped him.
Late at night, when everyone was sleeping.
Deep within the central inner chamber.
The room was adorned with antique furnishings and luxurious art pieces.
Someone was gazing at a teacup placed on a fine ivory table.
With a crimson-tinted tail and hair, and a nearly expressionless face.
Ingrid Redtail.
Despite the teacup being worth a fortune—enough to make even the wealthy of the Labyrinth City gawk—it sat there, cooling down slowly, emitting slight steam.
“…It’s taking too long.”
Ingrid muttered to herself.
Knock! Knock knock!
Something tapped on the window. Ingrid turned around. Outside the window was a white mouse.
Ingrid approached and opened the window. The white mouse hopped into the room.
“…Why are you so late?”
“Squeak! Squeak!”
The mouse stood on its hind legs, gesturing and squeaking.
“I see.”
Ingrid knelt on one knee and petted the white mouse.
Her cold expression had softened slightly.
Arriving in the Labyrinth City from the vast western plains always felt restrictive.
This feeling grew stronger when spending time at the labyrinth entrance and later retiring for bed after handing duty over to her subordinates.
That’s why she had employed a familiar.
There was neither time nor mental space for other hobbies.
Her only leisure was to occasionally share sensations with her familiar through reading memories and enjoying those brief moments of joy.
Ingrid sat astride the bed with the mouse.
“Shall we try?”
“Squeak!”
Ingrid closed her eyes and placed a hand on the mouse’s head.
[Memory Share]
The memories unfolded clearly before her eyes.
“…So this is that half-blood Barbaroy?”
The white mouse wandered around the city and entered a certain inn.
Slipping into a room, it hid under the bed until it was captured—by none other than that half-blood Barbaroy.
An incident seemed imminent but, surprisingly, nothing significant happened.
Though it had remained locked up for two weeks, it ate its fill and even received temple certification after inspections.
Ingrid used the Sense Sharing magic to enjoy the taste of the food.
It was an extravagant treatment for what was just a mouse. If it had known who its master was, attitudes might have varied.
Ingrid nodded.
The half-blood Barbaroy had released the white mouse.
As time passed, various trivial sights of the Labyrinth City flickered by her eyesight.
“…Hm? Here?”
It was the location from yesterday evening to this morning.
The labyrinth’s entrance.
The mouse wandered the city until, starving, it scurried to where the half-blood Barbaroy was.
“Roast chicken.”
Through the Sense Sharing magic, the savory smell of chicken filled her nostrils.
Hastily rushing, it was suddenly picked up by the Barbaroy’s hands.
“…Eh.”
Ingrid shifted her posture.
A warm and soft sensation pressed against the back of her neck.
“…What?”
“Squeak?”
Ingrid, eyes closed, waved her hand dismissively.
But the immediate influx of sensations prevented her from halting the Memory Share and Sense Sharing spells.
“Eh!”
The soft caressing sensation over her stomach sent a chill down the back of her neck.
“What…”
Suddenly her shoulders were massaged, and then her back was pressed firmly.
A refreshing sensation, as though her muscles were relaxing, overwhelmed Ingrid.
“Aah.”
A sweet sigh inadvertently escaped Ingrid’s lips.
“Squeak?!”
Suddenly, her womb was firmly pressed.
Caught off-guard by the sensations of her waist and back being relaxed, the next moment her most intimate place was targeted.
She collapsed onto the bed.
“Wai… wait! Not there?!”
The touch of the half-blood Barbaroy started from her foot, ascending towards her calf.
“Kyoo!”
Her inner thighs were firmly pressed.
“Don’t spread them!”
Ingrid strained every ounce of her effort to close her thighs, but persistent pressure eventually caused her to spread them a little.
A body no one, not even her late husband, had ever dared touch this way.
And to be in this humiliating froglike position?
Shame bubbled up violently inside her.
Her usually expressionless face turned as red as a tomato.
The sensation of her thighs being forcibly pressed disappeared.
Ingrid quickly turned over.
Suddenly, a sensation pressed against her buttocks, then firmly against her pelvis.
Startled, her red tail stood straight up, and her buttocks lifted towards the sky.
“Phew. Phoo.”
Though trying to calm herself through deep breathing, her body wouldn’t obey.
Her waist unconsciously moved up and down.
It was a vulgar act, as if clinging to a man.
Saliva had already begun trickling down the corners of her mouth.
The hand gripping the bedcover tightened.
“Hoooh. Hiiyooohh!”
Her womb was pressed again.
Ingrid’s eyes rolled slightly upward.
“N-no…!”
“Miss Ingrid? Are you all right?”
Someone outside the door called her name.
“I… I’m fine! Do not enter! Go away!”
Ingrid shouted urgently.
“Ah… understood.”
Ingrid, one hand over her mouth, tried with great effort to stifle the moans escaping her throat.
“Phwheeeh. Pwhooohh!!!”
Somewhere deep, the precious place where she had once held Karin, was pounding.
After losing her husband in her youth and giving birth to Karin, she had zealously guarded her chastity for a long time. Now, her tightly closed labia, like a precious treasure inside her underwear, began to part slightly.
“Gruuuuh!!! N-no…!”
Her waist bent like a bow.
“How could… it here! So easily?”
Ingrid’s words were contrary to her actions.
Her erect nipples were not only being caressed inside her bra but were also being ground against the bed…
Her out-of-control waist moved passionately up and down, as though determined to conceive.
The intimate area of her leggings, which clung tightly like a second skin, was slightly damp.
“Gee… with just this! This Barbaroy!”
Her uterus was pressed again.
Ingrid’s eyes rolled back.
Her head tilted back.
Electric sparks seemed to flash from her mind.
“Hooooooohh!!!”
The esteemed leader of the Red Wolf clan.
A member of the Council of the Labyrinth City and representative of the Beastman Union.
She had fallen into a humiliating position, her tongue bitten hard, emitting vulgar moans due to just one Barbaroy’s touch.
Merely having had a single obligatory encounter with her husband long ago, the virgin female who led a celibate life had been subjected to an excessively shocking and cruel forced climax.
“Phoo. Phueeet. Is t, this… what?”
Ingrid, her head buried in the bedcover, muttered with her loose tongue.
Her hips swayed unconsciously, and her plump thighs repeatedly closed and opened.
Could something be wrong with the Sensory Sharing magic?
Her brain felt like it was mush, and her thoughts wouldn’t process clearly.
“Wai, dangerous…”
Ingrid muttered in a daze, saliva trickling down her red lips.
This Barbaroy was too dangerous. For her daughter. And for herself.
Could there be some other seal involved?
She needed to investigate further.
Ingrid resolved in her heart.
Absolutely, there wasn’t any personal bias. It was solely for the safety of her daughter and the labyrinth.
Ingrid subconsciously licked her lips sensuously.
“Squeak?”
The white mouse beside her tilted its head.
