". . . As soon as things calmed down, I asked Donkey.
"Now it's your turn."
Donkey raised his eyebrows.
I'm sure—it's him.
"Hey, Donkey, didn't you hear me? Why are you doing that?"
Donkey looked at me with his tongue out.
"I'm covering the hole."
"But why?"
"You said it was my turn. I thought you were going to bury me too."
Dorian walked up to Donkey and said seriously,
"Do you like working? In my land, I need a Donkey like you—ready to work twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week."
Seraphine laughed. . .
"This Donkey is mine."
And she hugged him.
"I will never go back to slavery, and I'm not yours."
Donkey started crying after talking about his pain.
Dorian started crying with him and asked Donkey,
"What did they do to you, my friend?"
Donkey answered Dorian, sobbing like this,
"My former owner made me pull a cart every day."
Dorian pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to Donkey.
"Thank you, friend. I want the good life and beautiful girls."
Donkey said, all proud.
Hearing that, Dorian's ears caught fire.
"What do we have here? A lover of the fine arts. You and I want the same thing."
When did they become so close?
Seraphine stepped away from them and stayed near me.
"Idiots."
Damn, what a scare—I had almost forgotten about Lyra.
"Peko peko."
"I'm going to look for food for us," Lyra said.
"Layra, are you going alone? Take someone with you."
"Hey, don't drag me into this. I'm not going with Lyra. She's too scary."
Seraphine answered, making the sign of the cross.
She pressed the arrow against my belly and answered me,
"Are you saying I'm weak?"
"That wasn't me."
Layra went into the forest without saying anything else.
A little more and I would've had to wipe my ass.
"What size are her boobs?"
Those two. . .
"Four-legged idiot, are you going to keep ignoring me?"
Silence. . .
Finally, they heard me.
"Dorian, my friend. What did that shameless guy say about me?"
They started coming toward me.
"Kaela said you're a four-legged animal?"
Did I lie?
What are you doing? Stop. Dorian, don't touch me.
"Who's the four-legged animal now?"
When I get out of here, they're going to beg for forgiveness.
"Here's the food."
Lyra brought some fish.
"How did you end up in that hole?"
"It's a long story, but could you get me out of here? And the ants are biting my breasts."
". . ."
"Thanks."
"You brought fish. Where did you get them?"
"There were two orcs on the way from where we came. The first fish was in one's mouth and the other was in the orc's pocket."
"You want us to eat that trash?"
Not even dead.
"Why not? Those three are already eating."
Lyra pointed to a tree where my friends were.
They, upon hearing what she said, spat.
"Why didn't you warn us first?"
Seraphine said, wiping her mouth with leaves.
"Lyra, you did that on purpose."
Dorian was wiping his mouth with dirt.
"This is way too tasty."
"Burp."
Donkey burped.
"Disgusting."
We said.
. . . After a blessed meal, we made a circle to continue the introductions.
"I'm waiting for you, Donkey."
He stared at me and I crossed my arms. Who does this Donkey think he is?
"Yes, I'm Donkey— I mean, the Stable Horse."
Donkey let out a light sigh.
"I get it. Why are you here? Are you friends with that annoying god?"
"I'm not his friend?"
Seraphine and Lyra held Donkey.
"Are you going to hit me?"
I showed Donkey my face.
"Let me go. I don't hit women—especially the ones who show their body. Put on some clothes and you'll meet my fists."
"No problem. I'll lend you these relics I dropped from the orcs."
Lyra handed me the panties and the bra.
"Take good care of these relics. I have to show them to my master."
Relics? This?
"Lyra, I thought you wore that over your clothes because you liked it."
It smells like sweat.
"HA ha ha. They really do suit me, but since I want to see you get beaten up, I made this noble gesture."
Do I wear it, or will I have to tolerate it. . .
"Please don't wear it, Kaela."
Tolerate it.
"No, because you wore it."
Ah, what a relief. . .
"Defend me, Seraphine."
So now you're going to run, Donkey? Hiding won't help.
"Get off me, Donkey."
I actually liked the clothes Lyra gave me. . .
"No. . ."
It can't be—how did I forget?
"Why did you scream?"
"Enemies?"
Lyra already went into combat mode.
"It's not that."
I slammed my head against the ground several times.
"Altus Pervertus, you bastard. . ."
I want to go back.
Seraphine saw me in tears and tried to comfort me.
"Are you feeling sick, Kaela? Is it PMS?"
That would be better than. . .
"I remembered I'm a man."
All my friends covered their mouths in shock.
Seraphine, who was comforting me, stepped away and hid behind the trees.
"You're not a woman and you're not a man—you're a demon, because only demons can change their form to trick their victims."
"Die."
Huh?
The arrow sliced my hair and hit the tree trunk.
"Are you crazy? You almost killed me. I'm not a demon. A lot happened for me to end up like this—this outrageous way."
How did I forget and only remember now. . .
"Dorian, could you—"
Ow, my neck.
"Are you messing with me, Kaela? You said you're a man because you know something about me."
Something about him?
"You're exaggerating, Dorian."
I shoved him.
"You're men disguised as women—just like that time."
When the girls heard Dorian calling them men, they got furious.
And they did something that made me feel envy and rage at the same time. . .
"I'm not a man. Can't you see my body?"