Dungeon Streaming in a Chastity-Reversed World with 1:99 Male-to-Female Ratio! I Might Be a Rare Man, But I’ll Risk My Life to Find a Wife! - 37

Chapter 37: The Man Who Wants to Give Back and the Woman Who Wants to Give Back Part 2

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“Rio-san! I’ll go up front!”

“Got it! I’ll cover you!”

When the One Swordsman, Ittou, leapt forward with a low center of gravity, Orihime—masked and going by the name Rio—readied her throwing knives. The monsters attacking were two Man-Eating Bags (Eaterbags).

Their reddish-brown leather mouths sprouted fangs as they leapt through the air to strike. Ittou couldn’t pin down their irregular movements, so he kept his distance, moving quickly to avoid becoming an easy target. The Eaterbags chased after him, but Orihime’s knives sank into their “bellies.”

“Gegya!?”

The opening created by their pause from pain wasn’t missed by Ittou. He stepped back, bent his legs deep to gather power, then leapt in and slashed straight down.

“Thank you very much, Rio-san!”

“…I knew it, but still… You really are a man and yet, you’re strong.”

〈That’s a One Swordsman for you〉

〈You don’t knooow?〉

〈Oi oi, is it really okay for a dungeon newbie to go diving with a One Swordsman?〉

“I-It’s fine, okay!? I’ve got plenty of dungeon experience, you know!”

〈www〉

〈That’s not what we mean tho w〉

〈Any girl here not getting what it means to be with a One Swordsman?〉

Though puzzled by the comments, Orihime began walking again at Ittou’s urging. But Ittou soon stopped, and she halted as well. Before them was the entrance to the next chamber.

“Here we go…”

“Well, this is just how this dungeon, the Monster Workshop, works. Let’s go.”

Ittou nodded to Orihime’s words and jumped into the doorway. He grimaced as a floating sensation hit him, different from the spatial teleportation of the Yuki, Tsuki, Hana sisters who had once helped him in the Black Wolf Forest.

The Monster Workshop. It was composed of 27 stone rooms, each square in shape, making the entire structure itself a giant square. Each room was about 27 x 27 meters. If that were all, it would be an easy dungeon to conquer. But, being a dungeon, it wasn’t that simple.

“So the next one’s the Red Room, huh.”

“The Red Room… Ugh. I’ve seen it on dungeon streams before, but it really is stifling.”

From the dusty, dim chamber they had just left, they were suddenly in a blazing hot room—floor, walls, and ceiling all red—forcing Ittou to wipe away sweat. In the Monster Workshop, each doorway was enchanted with teleportation magic, so they never knew which room they’d arrive in.

However, within one expedition, they would never enter the same room twice, and when retreating, the rooms would appear in the order they had come. So while it wasn’t difficult to retreat, pushing forward required readiness for every environment, making adaptability vital in this dungeon.

And the reason it was called the Monster Workshop—

“-!? One Swordsman! Look out! A Copper Eaterbag!”

Unlike the reddish-brown ones before, this one gleamed with metallic luster as it lunged at them. In the Monster Workshop, various crafted goods attacked, hence its name. Among them, Eaterbags were highly sought after by adventurers. Why? Because if the core of a gold, silver, or copper Eaterbag was destroyed properly, the bag itself became a magic bag capable of storing more than its appearance suggested.

For adventurers, magic bags that let them carry more supplies were treasures beyond price. For Ittou too, this was no exception. In fact, for a solo adventurer like him, a magic bag was even more necessary—a coveted item.

“Here I go!”

“Be careful! The core is inside the bag!“

“Yes!”

Nodding to Orihime’s warning, Ittou locked eyes on the Copper Eaterbag as it lunged with snapping jaws. He saw the glowing green core inside. He aimed, but the irregular movement and the relentless clashing of its fangs made timing impossible. He abandoned the strike, twisting his body to dodge instead.

“Damn it…!”

“Gyagyagya!”

The Eaterbag twisted mid-air, pursuing him. Ittou glared in frustration, dodging for dear life. Using every ounce of spring in his body, he fled, the monster laughing as if amused while chasing relentlessly.

〈That movement’s brutal. Seriously unreadable.〉

〈If you just want to kill it, fine, but bag-hunting makes the difficulty spike hard.〉

〈Do your best, One Swordsman!〉

“One Swordsman! Don’t push yourself! Over here!”

At Orihime’s cry, Ittou ground his teeth in frustration and ran toward her. She left her sword sheathed, instead holding knives in both hands, arms drawn back and ready.

“Sorry! I’m counting on you!”

“…Okay!”

Shivering as she heard his voice while passing, Orihime fixed her gaze on the incoming Eaterbag. Wind magic began to gather around her. With a chilling laugh, the Eaterbag dove, but Orihime let the wind wrap around her body, swaying aside. 

The monster missed its mark. Relentless, it bounded again, turned sharply, and lunged to bite—but she bent in an impossible angle, possible due to the wind and dodged the attack.   The wind held her in positions no human should manage.

“Gegya!”

But the Eaterbag didn’t stop. It paused above her, then dropped straight down, mouth gaping at her torso. Yet Orihime, still with knives drawn, smiled. She shifted herself and the monster with the wind.

When the core in its mouth and her knife aligned in a straight line, she thrust forward—crack! The core shattered. The Eaterbag instantly lost its fangs, becoming just an ordinary bag, limp on Orihime’s arm.

“Amazing…”

“Well, I can’t use wind as attack magic, but as body control… I think it’s pretty good.”

As Ittou breathed in awe, Orihime, embarrassed, scratched her head and handed the ex-Eaterbag to him.

“Here, take it.”

“Uh… Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s a way for me to repay you for the other day.”

When Orihime said that, Ittou hesitantly accepted the bag. The feel of the leather made his eyes sparkle, and he lifted it up, twirling around in delight. Watching him, Orihime…She  was extremely excited.

(Nuwahhhhhhhhh! What is this feeling!? The day would come when a man smiled at a present I gave him!? This is the best, the best, the best!!)

Most men usually handed women’s gifts to appraisers before accepting them, so suspicious looks were the norm. After all, mechanical and magical bugs often got planted in them.

Of course, Orihime had no such intent, but she never dreamed he’d accept so readily. She fought to keep her smile under control.

(N-No, this won’t do… I have to get an even better bag…! Just a bag to thank him for the handkerchief isn’t enough! No—he smiled so happily at me too! I have to repay that smile before I can go home!)

Trapped in her own endless repayment loop, Orihime surged forward, forcing Ittou to chase her. Her excitement wouldn’t stop, and though metallic Eaterbags didn’t appear, her frustration at wasting Ittou’s time only fueled her rampage.

(Damn it! I’ve already taken up so much of Ittou-san’s time, I’m so sorry! So sorry!)

“Um, Rio-san…”

“Wha—yes!? I mean, w-what is it?”

“I’d like to try fighting a bit myself.”

When they reached the ninth indigo chamber, Ittou stepped forward. Orihime almost stopped him, worried she had felt him uncomfortable since she had taken all the fight—but his serious gaze froze her instead.

(Haaaaaaa! So cool!!)

Ittou drew a deep breath three times to sink into memory.

Suuuuuuuuuu, haaaaaaaaaa

Suuuuuu, haaaaaa

Suuuuu, haaaaaa…

“Hah…!”

With his short sword spinning in a figure-eight guard, Ittou roared.

“Come at meeeeeeeeeee!!!”

Orihime nearly drooled at his voice—but in the next instant, her face drained of color. What appeared was a Gold Eaterbag. So rare it almost never appeared even in Monster Workshop dungeon streams, and rarer still to be acquired. 

The reason was simple: it was too strong. In addition to its main maw, it had two smaller mouths on its sides, clashing their fangs while charging flames, ice, and earth magic. Orihime moved to cover—but Ittou’s arm shot out, holding her by the shoulder.

“Rio-san… Please trust me, and wait.”

“Y-Yes… I’ll waaaait…”

〈That’s the voice of female in heat.〉

〈The face of a female in heat.〉

〈A female in heat.〉

Held in Ittou’s arms, Orihime was twitching. She was showing an expression that shouldn’t be shown ever, especially in a dungeon stream. This prompted the viewers to leave her mocking comments. That said, the voices of worry toward One Swordsman was louder in the chat.

〈Even One Swordsman wouldn’t be able to handle this!〉

〈When was the last time a Gold Bag appeared? This is insane!〉

〈Did it appear because it knows One Swordsman is a man?! Run, One Swordsman!〉

As the comments flew, Ittou leapt forward. At the last instant, he braked before the Gold Eaterbag’s jaws and rolled beneath it, never breaking eye contact. It cast earth magic at his back, but he blocked with his shield. Ice magic followed, but he dodged with a side leap. He circled closer, turning sharply. But the Eaterbag twisted through the air with perfect pursuit.

〈Ahhhhh! He’s done for!〉

〈Stop!〉

〈Don’t dieeeeee!〉

At the moment it nearly reached him, Ittou kicked off the ground and jumped. He fired wind magic straight at the monster. It didn’t land a fatal blow—the Eaterbag shrank and braced itself, while Ittou was thrown back by the recoil, staggering.

The Eaterbag seized the chance, expanding with force and lunging. But Ittou stopped his retreat. Behind him, he formed a huge ball of wind.

“I learned from Rio-san’s movements earlier. Shifting is the key to a counter!”

Before its side mouths could cast, before its main jaws could close, Ittou detonated the wind sphere at his back—propelling himself forward. His short sword plunged into the Gold Eaterbag’s mouth.

〈What the hell was THAT?!〉

〈Did he slam wind magic into his back to force himself forward!?〉

〈Hiiiiii! One Swordsman-sama’s back!〉

As the chat exploded, the duel came to an end. The golden bag, floating lightly, lost strength and fell—caught by Ittou’s hand. Drenched in sweat, staggering, he walked back to Orihime, who watched blankly. Then…

“Um… I was able to come up with a way to counter it thanks to you, Rio-san… So, here. A thank-you present.”

He smiled and handed her the Gold Magic Bag. Orihime accepted it—and promptly spewed fluids from her eyes, nose, and mouth as she collapsed.

“Onee-san?! One-saaaaaaaaaan!?”

〈Ah… Told you so.〉

〈One Swordsman’s a lady-killer〉

〈Another victim…〉

Viewers filled the chat with resigned comments at yet another female fainting, now practically a tradition of One Swordsman’s dungeon streams. Flustered, Ittou carried Orihime out of the dungeon. She passed out with a blissful smile, clutching the bag so tightly she never let go. Later, her coworkers recalled that she was so grossly giddy and annoying about it the next day that they sent her home early.

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