Chapter 16: I can be a Doctor
Author: Geraint
When I woke up, I saw that it was already dim inside the tent, and I became dazed for a moment, contemplating everything that had happened until now. Living in Japan for more than four years had dulled my senses, and now, after returning here, I was slowly reminded how this world could be far crueler due to the rampant war between different races.
It felt like it was just yesterday that I was slacking off on the couch with Fuyumi on my lap at home, watching cartoons or anime on TV—then, suddenly, we were thrown into the middle of a conflict. I had been passive until now, laying low and trying not to reveal my demonic abilities to others, all while making sure my family and loved ones stayed safe and protected. In the end, due to unforeseen events, I was forced to use my powers and some of my abilities to save everyone—but they ended up discovering my true identity as a demonic being.
Now, what will happen after we return to Japan? Will I still be able to live there peacefully? There are far more unsettling questions to ask myself, like—do I even have the right to live among humans in that world? To be honest, this homeworld of mine has left me with nothing but unpleasant memories.
Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind—when I was born, my mother, who gave birth to me, was crying. Her expression was filled with hatred as her arms and legs were chained to the wall inside a prison cell. Her tearful dark-purple eyes... her messy silvery-white hair. I can still clearly remember it all. She never held me, not even a little touch. Instead, she tried to kill me—her own child.
I hadn't done anything wrong, but to her, my existence itself was a sin. I was the child of the Demon King who abused her after defeating her in a fierce battle. She never showed care or concern—only rage and loathing toward me. But I understood why. She had been treated like a slave and abused often by the Demon King, assaulted and humiliated as his pastime. He was a big scumbag... but he was the Demon King. He could do whatever he wanted.
A few days after my mother gave birth to me, I was taken away from her cell and separated from her. After that, I never heard any news of her again, though there was a rumor from Naamah's family that she managed to escape after some heroes tried to infiltrate the castle to save her. They were annihilated almost instantly.
I sighed as the unpleasant memories resurfaced.
"This sucks..."
Turning to my side, I froze after seeing a huge, well-rounded chest right in front of my eyes—Shiina was sleeping peacefully beside me. Her beauty contrasted with her curvaceous, well-endowed body. If I were to describe her, she'd be a cute girl with an erotic figure.
"Mhm~"
Hearing a soft moan, I glanced to my other side and saw my stepsister Yuuka, sleeping soundly while facing me. Her beautiful, charming face had attracted countless confessions from guys, all of which she rejected. I still don't understand why she fell in love with me despite knowing I'm a demon—an enemy of humanity.
She's very assertive about her feelings toward me, to the point that it's already set in stone that she's my lover rather than a step-sibling. My adoptive mom—her real mom, Mia—was largely behind this, influencing her. I didn't mind since we aren't related by blood, and she fell for me before we became step-siblings.
Ever since we were summoned to this world, these two girls can't sleep properly unless they sneak beside me, unless I'm awake and watching over our camp.
Since I was already well-rested, I noticed lively noises outside. Sitting up, I decided to peek out of the tent and realized it was already evening. While yawning, I stepped outside and looked around the camp.
The students were enjoying themselves in front of the bonfire, the atmosphere much improved since those troublesome guys had left us. Riko and Kaho-san were preparing meals with the other girls. As for Fuyumi, Lilith was watching her as she ran around, chasing two little catfolk in a game of tag.
"Fuyumi, don't run too far away, okay?"
"Yes!"
I watched her for a bit, then glanced at Lilith, who bowed slightly before following her. Smiling faintly, I continued scanning the camp until a voice called out to me.
"Akitsuki-san!"
"Hm? You are... Wait! What's your name again?" I said, pretending to forget.
"It's Fuse Hiroto! I thought you knew my name—you just forgot it like that?" he said, clearly annoyed.
"I remember. Just kidding. What is it?"
Hiroto sighed, then smiled and extended his hand.
"I know it's late, but thanks for helping me back then. You really saved me. I thought it was hopeless and that I'd be treated as a creep. Thank you very much." He bowed slightly.
I stared silently at his hand.
After a few moments, he glanced up.
"Huh?"
"Did you properly wash your hand?"
"It's clean. I used the soap you gave us." He sounded a bit irritated.
"Did you just finish jacking off? Please wash them twice."
"I already told you I didn't do that!"
Panting after yelling, he quickly calmed down and sighed again.
"How could I masturbate after what happened? Some girls still treat me like a creep and avoid me. They think I'm still the one who did it. It's hard to... you know... in my situation." He looked embarrassed.
"I see..."
"Unlike me, you have the two most popular girls in school—Yuuka-tan and Riko-san—defending you. The others have no choice but to agree with them or risk being excluded from the group. You're so lucky to have them close to you... even though you're a demon."
His jealousy was obvious.
"I just don't get why you act so passive around those guys no matter what they say about you... yet somehow, things just work out, and they leave. Now the group's peaceful."
We both glanced at his classmates laughing together.
"Hey, Hiroto."
"What?"
"Do you know why humans in this world hate us so much?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Because we can detect their malice. If you have bad intentions, it's pointless to lie or deceive me—I can see it."
"Eh? Seriously?"
"You should have seen how the real culprit blurted it out and shifted the blame onto me for being a demon."
"So you knew the whole time because you could see their malice."
"Yeah. I feel bad for Saeko-sensei, but it's better they left peacefully. If I had done nothing, they would have eventually lost their minds and caused real harm. They're already showing withdrawal symptoms—it's obvious."
Hiroto's eyes widened as he remembered the stolen underwear incident and his own false accusation.
"Don't tell me... they're using..."
"Yeah. Party drugs. I know about them from studying medicine with my adoptive father, who's a doctor and surgeon. I bet things have gotten bad on the other side."
"No way! We have to tell Saeko-sensei quick—"
KYAAAH!
A loud scream from a female student cut him off. Hiroto immediately rushed toward the sound. I sighed and followed.
I stopped midway and glanced behind me—blood seeped from my shadow. Frowning, I watched as an undead woman emerged, her long wavy black hair cascading over her tattered face, her eyes glowing red.
"Milord... please, order me. I... I want to tear those despicable guys to shreds."
I stared at her for a moment before looking forward again.
"Fine. But don't let anyone here see you, or I'll be the one to tear you to shreds. Understand?"
The undead woman trembled at my warning, then bowed deeply before slowly merging back into the surrounding darkness.
"Yes, Milord."
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Going back to the mountainous terrains of the forest at twilight, a half-naked tall young girl with long silver shaggy hair tied in a ponytail was struggling to walk, exhausted, while carrying three unconscious girls with red, blue, and black hair respectively on her back. They were also half-naked like her, with visible signs of abuse on their faces. She had a slightly muscular, toned body and tanned skin. Her body was covered in wounds and bruises, especially her feet, from the long walk from the mountains, wearing only an unbuttoned white shirt that barely covered her well-endowed chest and purple underwear below.
"Damn it! How dare they..."
She was too exhausted to finish her words.
Looking behind, she saw five guys holding torches from a distance, and it seemed they were pursuing her.
"Those crazy bastards! Their intention is clear. To think they would follow us."
Frustration and anger appeared on her face as she continued to move forward. She had been walking for a few days without any decent food or water, her only hope being whatever she could find on the way to survive the pursuit.
As she was about to descend from the mountains, her legs gave out and she stumbled down, her body receiving new bruises. One of her legs twisted between the rocks, and she gritted her teeth in pain.
"She's over here!"
One guy spotted her, and the others followed his lead, surrounding her with big grins on their faces.
"You fucking bitch! You dare to sneak away from us?"
In a hopeless situation, she tried to crawl away with her remaining strength.
"No."
The guys took the three unconscious girls from her back, then one of them pulled her hair and stomped on her hands.
"Are you listening, you bitch?!"
"AAAHH!"
She screamed in pain and struggled.
They flipped her over and grabbed each of her limbs.
"You fucking bastards! I'm gonna kill all of you!" she wailed and screamed in anger.
Holding her down, they took off her underwear and shoved it inside her mouth to shut her up.
"Hmmph!"
"If you just behaved like a good girl and let us touch you, everyone would be happy and you wouldn't get hurt. We have needs, and we wanted you to fulfill your role for us. I'll fuck you hard now as punishment for sneaking away from us," the guy whispered close to her ears, showing excitement as he started stripping.
"We'll take turns."
Tears fell from her eyes as they began touching her body—until three figures appeared before them with glowing eyes, making them halt before one of them could take off his pants.
"You shameless perverts," Naamah spoke in a cold tone, her magic staff glowing.
"Oh my. They are shameless indeed. Can I cut them?" Hecate raised her crescent scythe.
"We can't, but that doesn't mean we can't beat them to near death. They deserve it." Hannya approached the guys and kicked one hard in the face, sending him rolling away. She then warned them all with a loud, angry voice:
"Get off of her!"
"Hie!"
The guys shivered and scattered in fear, running back to the woods.
"Demons!"
"Should we chase after them?" Hecate asked as she descended.
"I think we shouldn't. They'll just create problems since we can't kill them, as Seir-sama ordered," Naamah answered.
"Yeah, let's just bring these four girls back to the camp."
Hannya carried the tanned girl on her back while Naamah carried the petite girl. Hecate grabbed the last two girls and flew them back.
Arriving at the scene after we heard a loud scream, Hannya and the other disaster witches brought four people who were from another group and had parted ways with us. Saeko-sensei, who had just arrived, saw the four unconscious girls and immediately went to check on them. Her face turned pale after checking the tanned girl.
"This is bad. We need a doctor. Murai-san's condition is severe. We need her hospitalized quickly!"
Everyone became silent, realizing they were in another world in the middle of the wilderness with no medical facility to access.
"No way!"
"Are we just gonna die here if we get sick?"
Panic spread among them when Kaho-san stepped forward and raised her hand.
"If we're looking for a doctor, we have one here."
"Ah! I remember now! There's a doctor here."
Riko glanced at me with a big grin, and everyone followed her gaze toward me.
"Now I remember. You said you were studying medicine with your adoptive father as a mentor," Hiroto recalled.
I sighed and raised my hands, giving in.
"I'm studying medicine, and I have basic experience in the surgical field. I can help if you let me examine her."
Now, the task of saving someone's life had been given to me, and I became the doctor of the group.
The next day.
I was near the river, cleaning and sterilizing my surgical tools after last night's operation. I had to perform abdominal surgery to stop internal bleeding. Now she was safe, and the operation was successful, putting everyone at ease knowing there was a skilled doctor—me—among the group, regardless of my race.
After packing up my tools into my dimensional storage, I stood up.
"Hm?"
A girl with long red hair tied in twin-tails and red eyes was giving me a serious stare, though her body trembled in fear. She was one of the girls carried back by the tanned girl last night. Naamah had told me they'd found them being assaulted by guys from their group.
"M-My name is Koizumi Kanna!"
The first thing she did was introduce herself, her legs trembling as she held down the short skirt of her white dress, flustered.
"Akitsuki Yuki. That's my registered name in Japan. You can call me Seir, which is my real name."
"I don't really want to do this, but we're indebted to you for saving our lives—especially for saving Junko's life from grave danger. She saved us from those vicious guys, and that's why she ended up like that."
She started to cry, her body trembling.
"What happened to your group?" I asked.
She frowned and became cautious. I could tell she still didn't trust me, despite what I'd done for them.
"Before I answer that, I want to ask you something first."
"Sure."
"P-Please answer me honestly! Are you really an ally or a foe? Which side are you on?"
She mustered the courage to ask, closing her eyes.
I smiled.
"Neither."
"Huh?"
She was shocked and became pale.
"What do you mean?"
I walked past her.
"In this world, I am both the enemy of humanity and of demonic beings. I don't side with anyone but myself since I'm half-demon and half-human. I have no place here to call home."
Her eyes widened at my words.
"Then... what are you planning to do with us?"
"I have decided... I will recreate one here. And I will need everyone's help to make that safe haven."
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On a beautiful day with a slightly cloudy sky, three figures were flying at high speed. Naamah rode on her magic staff, and not far behind her was Hecate, her jet-black wings spread wide as she held on to Hannya.
"Hey, Naamah!" Hannya called out, feeling there was something different about Naamah's appearance.
"What?" Naamah replied without looking in her direction.
"Well, you see... it seems like you're a little different now from the last time we saw each other several years ago."
Hearing Hannya's awkward tone, Naamah frowned slightly, annoyed.
"What are you talking about, Hannya? I'm still me. Nothing has changed."
"Hecate, say something! You noticed it too, right? She's different now—dressing modestly, hiding her succubus tail in public. She used to look... provocative. Did she get worse?" Hannya whispered.
"Oh my. I don't know what you're talking about. My eyes have always been closed, so I haven't seen it. Ufufu~" Hecate giggled, feigning ignorance.
"You—"
"What are you two whispering about over there? We're descending now to check on that other group as per Seir-sama's orders."
Naamah started gliding down when she noticed something. The others followed. From her vantage point, she saw a malicious rosy-pink miasma flowing from the woods near the river.
"This is horrible. The whole place reeks of lust."
Hecate opened her glowing golden eyes and peered at the same spot, spotting a dark purple miasma.
"Not as much, but I can see arrogance too."
"I can sense wrath... but something is different," Hannya added, struggling to pinpoint it.
"Huh? What do you mean, Hannya?" Naamah asked.
"It's pitch black... overwhelmingly evil. Even I can barely get a grasp on it, but it feels familiar." Hannya was sweating profusely as the three landed.
Naamah's eyes widened in realization. "Have either of you seen Seir-sama use his Demonic Manifestation?"
"Not yet," Hannya replied, while Hecate shook her head.
"He's only shown me Blood Manipulation so far."
Naamah sighed. "Blood Manipulation is only a small part of it. He also has Flesh Manipulation. His Demonic Manifestation can create mutant creatures from any dead bodies or corpses."
Suddenly, several men stumbled out of the woods in terror, screaming at the top of their lungs. They were half-naked, their genitals fully exposed, and being chased by something monstrous.
"HELP ME!!"
"AAAAHH!! RUN!!!"
"IT'S A MONSTER!!"
A loud demonic roar echoed through the trees as an undead woman emerged—a grotesque fusion of a long-haired corpse with a tattered face and a giant centipede's lower body, her mouth filled with jagged teeth.
"This is..."
Hannya was stunned by the horrifying sight.
"NOOO!!!"
One man was snatched by the leg and hoisted toward the creature's gaping maw. He struggled desperately—until she bit down on his crotch, ripping away his genitals.
"AAAHHH!!!"
The remaining two men, seeing the grisly scene, ran for their lives.
"HELP US!!!"
Before they could reach the witches, one was seized while the other tripped.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The undead woman laughed as she prepared to bite again.
"NOO!! NOOO!! AAAHHH!! PLEASE SPARE ME!!!" the man screamed.
"All right! That's enough!" Naamah shouted.
The undead paused, glaring at them with demonic eyes.
"Put him down!" Hannya demanded angrily.
After a tense moment, the creature obeyed, dropping the man—who groaned in pain as he hit the ground.
"This is my lord's order. I have to punish these fools and tear them apart," the undead said, shrinking into a human form. She seized the last man by the nape before he could flee.
"You've done enough. We'll be needing those two back at camp—"
"Move!"
An arrow whistled through the air toward Naamah, but the undead woman grabbed the man and used him as a shield. The arrow pierced through his body, tearing it apart, and shattered her arm.
"Naamah-sama, are you okay?"
Naamah, still shaken, realized they were surrounded by human soldiers, several archers aiming at them. They had forgotten they were in human territory—carelessness that now enraged her.
"I'm fine. Still—we have to secure the victims."
"Tch! Fine, I'll take them all myself," Hannya said with a grin, cracking her knuckles.
"Remember, Hannya. We are forbidden to fight alone. That's what Seir-sama told us," Naamah warned.
"You two should look for the victims. I'll watch Hannya-sama's back," the undead woman said, regenerating her arm and shifting back into her terrifying form.
The battle erupted. Hannya charged with her massive club while the undead shielded her from arrows. Hecate sliced down soldiers at the rear with her crescent scythe, creating an escape route.
"We'll meet later. Be careful!" Naamah called, following Hecate.
"Yeah," Hannya replied, kicking a soldier aside.
The fight was in their favor until Hannya sensed a powerful blow strike the undead behind her. She turned—too late—as a sword pierced her stomach from behind. She looked over her shoulder to see a blonde woman in a ponytail, blue-eyed, clad in light armor.
"I see... a hero. I didn't notice."
The undead was torn to pieces, turning to ash. In that moment, Hannya saw her memories: a peaceful village, children laughing... then soldiers—the same army meant to protect them—dragging her away. Days of unimaginable abuse, cruel laughter, and finally freedom... only to return to her village in flames, corpses of the children and her people scattered among the ruins.
The vision ended as the last of the ashes blew away.
"Hahaha. No wonder you're like that," Hannya muttered, gripping the blade in her stomach. The knight gasped as she found it impossible to pull free.
Hannya slammed her elbow into the knight's face, breaking her nose.
"AARGH!"
She snapped the blade, pulling the broken sword from her body.
"My name is Hannya, the Witch of Patience—one of the disaster witches serving Prince Seir. Don't try to enrage me. Being calm is my specialty."
She pressed her fists together in front of her chest and whispered:
"Demonic Manifestation."
(To be continued.)