"A miserable corporate slave, huh~ Though Kobayashi's company does seem a little different."
Takumi muttered to himself, suddenly remembering that Kobayashi's workplace wasn't ordinary at all.
The programming language they used there had actually been adapted from magical language.
In other words, anyone who could work there as a programmer was a human with extremely high magical talent.
"Using talent like that just to work people to death... what a waste."
That said, Takumi didn't care that much.
At this point, what kind of promising talent couldn't he create himself? One Servant Piece down the hatch and even an ordinary person could shoot straight into the sky.
What he wanted now had to be women he actually liked looking at.
Potential and strength were way down the list compared to that.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the air grew damp.
Not long after, a light drizzle began to fall.
And the rain only got heavier, enough to make any normal person stop in their tracks.
"Rain?"
The moment Takumi said that, a woman's voice suddenly drifted out from deep in the forest.
Pop~ pop~ pop-pop~~
The sound was weirdly familiar. It even reminded him a little of the noise he made opening beer bottles.
Takumi's gaze slid toward the dark forest, just in time to catch a tall white figure flash by.
It was only for an instant, but Takumi saw it clearly.
A woman with waist-length black hair, pale skin, and a long white dress.
She was incredibly tall, at least two meters.
Normally, that kind of height would make people uneasy.
But the way that pure white dress strained across her massive breasts, then narrowed into a tight waist before flaring back out into a full, round, luscious ass made it impossible to look away. [No need to thank me: Hachishaku Hachiwa Keraku Meguri: Igyou Kaikitan]
Every line of her body was soft, rich, and dangerously seductive.
That insanely stacked figure somehow didn't feel top-heavy at all on such a tall frame. If anything, the proportions only made her look even more gorgeous, even more obscene.
What shocked Takumi most was the face beneath the straw hat.
It was unbelievably exquisite, with flawless features and a darkly alluring expression on her face that could stir a man's soul.
The instant her eyes met his, those ink-black eyes lit up.
But just as quickly, the smile on her face turned eerie.
Her round mouth let out that "pop-pop" sound again, and her eyes took on a genuinely creepy look.
The image vanished in a flash. If Takumi's dynamic vision hadn't been absurdly sharp, he never would've caught it.
"Spatial blink? No... that felt more like an illusion. This whole area's already been swallowed by a curse's domain."
"And that curse just now was Hachishaku-sama... also known as the Eight-Foot Woman."
The moment Takumi said the name Hachishaku-sama, a memory suddenly tried to force its way into his mind.
In that fabricated memory, he'd encountered Hachishaku-sama when he was a child.
More than that—she'd mounted him and ridden him hard but because he'd been terrified, he'd run away.
"Tch. You can even tamper with my memories. I grew up in the Hero Village. If you'd really shown up there and fucked me senseless, the people in that village would've slaughtered you on the spot."
"And besides, Hachishaku-sama is supposed to kill people. So why the hell did it specifically plant that memory into me?"
Takumi knew perfectly well that a curse killed because that was what it was born to do.
There was no way a curse like that should naturally develop some urge to drag a man off and fuck him.
The Hachishaku-sama from the anime he'd watched before shouldn't have been possible in reality.
And yet the problem sitting right in front of him was obvious—this Hachishaku-sama really did seem to want to fuck him.
"This completely insane opening... it's probably my goddamn charm at work again."
"As expected of the beauty goddess's Authority. It can twist even a curse's mind without me meaning to."
Takumi let out a breath and looked toward the dark end of the highway.
Beep-beep-beep!
Three short, rhythmic honks suddenly sounded from up ahead.
Then two headlights cut through the rain as a yellow car came driving toward him.
"This is way too obvious. Do they think I'm some normal guy?"
Takumi glanced at the phone in his hand—no signal—then casually waved.
No reason not to take the ride. He was heading to the nearby village anyway.
The car rolled to a stop in front of him. The window slid down, revealing a female driver wearing a wide-brimmed black hat.
That stunning face and that rich, mature body were unmistakably the same woman who'd flashed through the forest just now—Hachishaku-sama.
Seeing the way the seatbelt cinched tight across those huge breasts, Takumi swallowed hard.
He'd seen big before.
But he hadn't seen this big.
Those were real-deal, ripe-melon tits, the kind that'd make a scale groan in protest.
Compared to them, his own head looked small.
Suppressing the heat rising inside him, Takumi opened the back door and got in with Kobayashi in his arms.
The instant Hachishaku-sama saw Kobayashi, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
But that look vanished almost immediately, replaced by warm enthusiasm aimed straight at Takumi.
In a soft, sultry voice, she asked, "It's pretty late to still be out here. Where are you headed?"
"Some nearby town, I guess. Just head deeper into the mountains."
Takumi didn't specify an exact destination. He just pointed a direction.
He was bold enough to say it, and she was bold enough to drive.
Hachishaku-sama stepped on the gas without hesitation and the car started moving.
Watching her from behind, Takumi found that even from the back, those breasts were still impossibly huge, even with the seatbelt digging hard into them.
And as the car bumped along the road, the way they swayed made him want to curse under his breath.
So firm. So full. Not a trace of sagging.
Absolute top-tier goods.
Takumi couldn't help glancing at the Kobayashi lying beside him.
"..."
Kobayashi gave a tiny shudder, as if she'd somehow sensed the comparison, then muttered something unintelligible and rolled over in her sleep.
Up front, Hachishaku-sama seemed to notice that movement and spoke again in a soft, coaxing tone.
"Is that your girlfriend?"
"Oh, no. I just happened to come across her. Couldn't exactly leave her passed out on the side of a pitch-black road."
"Haha~ You're such a nice man."
Hachishaku-sama smiled sweetly, then continued, "The rain's getting heavier outside, and this road feels awfully dull. Since we've got time, why don't we chat a little? I've been doing this job for decades, and this is the first time I've actually wanted to talk to someone."
"Chat? You lonely, miss?"
Resting his chin on one hand, Takumi looked at Hachishaku-sama with obvious interest.
His words seemed to hit something inside her, and a trace of memory passed through her expression.
"To be honest... yes, I've been very lonely. The first half of my life was nothing but a blur. I didn't even feel like myself. Then I met someone. I fell for him, and only then did I truly gain a mind of my own."
She glanced back at him, the long, slanted eyes beneath her hat brimming with a wet, mature seduction.
"Do you know what it feels like when love makes you feel alive for the first time?"
The instant she said that, Takumi understood the hidden meaning behind her words.
She'd wandered as a curse for decades, and only in the instant their eyes met had she truly developed a sense of self.
Right now, the man in front of her was the one she wanted to completely devour and make her own.
Takumi couldn't help thinking again just how terrifyingly broken Freya's Authority really was.
To turn a curse into something this close to human—beauty as an Authority was absurdly overpowered.
The only problem was that the human it created turned out to be a yandere.
And that was a little hard to deal with.
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