Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~ - Chapter 110: No Interest

Chapter 110: No Interest

Back from the alley, feeling refreshed, I catch the guys’ weird looks. They’ve got an idea what happened. But we’re all adults here—no need to say it. I leave coolly.

Man, I’m still tingling. That tightness is intense—almost yanked my soul out.

Bestelta’s bigger than me, so doing it from behind’s tough, but I managed with grit. She loves it that way. When she shakes that plump bud, my reason flies out the window. And the way she’s merciless to others but sweet to me? Understatedly, damn, it’s lewd. Fulfills my desire to dominate.

“Almost time, huh? Shall we go?”

Fasa. She brushes back her hair and strides off, all suave, like nothing happened. So damn lewd.

Oh, right, afternoon’s gonna be busy. Better check in with Putyuera and the others.

“Gonna contact the other demi-humans. Afternoon’s packed.”

“Good idea.”

Snap.

I open the Contractor Channel.

『Putyuera, how’s it going?』

『Hmph… if it isn’t the Apostle who ditched me. What’s up?』

Her pouty vibe seeps through. Probably salty about Bestelta’s morning orders to stay behind. Couldn’t help that one…

Lately, she’s been a bit jealous—crazy cute. She started as a cool soldier type, but now she’s a lovable meat-obsessed goof. Still, her rare cool, dependable moments make me adore her. She wears the hat I gave her, too. Her thoughtfulness gets me. Love overload.

『Haha, sorry. Can’t defy Bestelta. I’ll bring back tasty meat—forgive me?』

『I won’t stop you.』

Basabasa. Wing flaps. Nice, she’s warming up.

『Calling ‘cause the afternoon’s busy. Anything up there?』

『Let’s see… Slum folks keep coming to join Geos. They’re in small groups, but Karin’s swamped. Silvia’s still making Cosmodia, but she seems stuck.』

Joiners, huh? Karin chased some off before. Is she managing alone? If they’re coming daily, that’s a huge load.

『Karin holding up okay?』

『Nah, that Fei guy’s there, so everyone’s behaving.』

Oh, Fei-san’s helping. Thank goodness. Slum folks listen to him. His fanatic vibe’s intense, though. Is Paulo there too?

『How’re Luna and Maia?』

『Luna’s calmly guarding Karin. Keeps hotheaded believers and joiners in check. Not enough hands, though. Maia’s busy with housework, gardening, and watching kids. Kids already love her.』

Nice—hiring Luna and Maia was a clutch move. Perfect fit. Gotta recruit more soon.

『Thanks. Might be late today.』

『No worries. Watching the city from the orphanage roof’s fun.』

Her voice sharpens. So cool.

Putyuera’s update on the orphanage is solid. What about the Forest of Certain Death?

『Sandria? You free?』

『Ngh, ah, Kei? W-What’s up? I’m, ahh, k-kinda busy—n-not now!』

…

『L-Lamialka… doing okay?』

『Ora ora, Sandria! Let it out! Show me that shameful centipede!』

『I-It’s coming! My shameful centipede’s coming!』

Panpanpan, kishaaaaa!

Splashing water and… centipede-spraying sounds? What even is that? What am I hearing?

…

Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.

『Shurea, what’s up?』

『Kei? Tch, I’m one with the trees right now. Later.』

Bu-chi. Cut off. Huh?

She hung up on me. Can she do that?

Shurea sounded super pissed—almost made me cry. First time she’s clicked her tongue at me. Is tree-bonding her private relaxation time? Gotta be careful. That was sudden—my heart…

No, no, stay strong.

“Everyone doing okay?”

“Y-Yeah, they’re fine.”

“Good.”

Bestelta’s warm smile saves me.

“Hey, Kei and crew are here. Time to dive the dungeon.”

Adventurers are already gathered at the dungeon entrance. Oops, are we late? Wanted to be early, but oh well. Pleasure comes first. Gotta own it. Bestelta doesn’t care—she’s smirking at Razu-san, who gives a wry grin. Hey, behave.

“Roll call. Dragon Sword.”

What’s with that cringey name? My dark history’s tingling.

“Here.”

A cute, serious face—Turk-kun. Got it. And there’s the face-grated apple girl… uh…

“Hm? Pamela, right? You okay? Don’t push yourself.”

“I’m fine. Let me go.”

Pamela, yeah. Face looks healed. Assembla potions are legit. Was the injury lighter than I thought? Looked like total face destruction, but it was bloody and muddy, so I didn’t check closely. Not my thing.

“Pamela, don’t overdo it.”

“Thanks, Budz. I’m okay.”

The chubby beastman supports her as she replies.

“Oh…”

Crap, she spotted Bestelta. Shaking like a leaf, sweating buckets. Fair—after that torture-level grinding.

“Bestelta, go easy on her.”

“What? Kei, is she your type?”

No! Well, not no, but no. You don’t remember? You traumatized her with those hands.

“She’s the adventurer you thrashed. The one you grated on the ground.”

“Oh, her. Didn’t see her face, so I forgot. Hmm, she’s got guts. Wanna do it again?”

“Stop. She’s had enough.”

Another round, and no one’ll talk to us.

“Fine, if you say so.”

Good. No more victims. Pamela won’t mess with us either.

“Next, Star of Demi-Humans.”

That’s us.

“Hai!”

“Hai!”

I raise my hand casually, and Bestelta mimics me. Cute. Oh, people are staring weirdly. Still hate the party name?

“Kei, you guys are fine, but you’re making things too lax. Be serious.”

“S-Sorry.”

Got scolded. Yeah, it was a bit picnic-y. My bad.

“Crimson Squad?”

“Yo!”

A lively reply from human youths. Older than Turk’s group, but same naming taste.

“Hagoromo… what number?”

“…Yes, 130.”

A quiet reply from kids in tattered rags. No spark in their eyes. They okay? And what’s with Razu-san’s exchange?

“Daylight Wolf, last one.”

“Sup.”

Young beastman adventurers, probably wolfmen like Braga. Decent name.

“We’re hitting the dungeon with these five parties. Remember the lecture? Prioritize your team and yourself, but don’t forget teamwork. You five are peers—say hi. Connections matter later.”

Huh, makes sense.

“Hey.”

Turk-kun approaches, probably spurred by Razu-san.

“What’s up? Please, no picking fights.”

Bestelta’ll unleash unconditional punches.

“N-Nah, I’m not that dumb. I know your strength.”

He glares up at me. Kinda wanna tease him. I won’t, though.

“I’ll pay back the three gold coins. That’s all.”

He turns away. Wow, honorable. Mature for someone whose friend got grated. I’d be raging.

“Um…”

“Hm?”

Pamela, trembling but approaching. Glancing at Bestelta. Not suicidal, right?

“I’m Pamela. Sorry about earlier, spitting and all. I get worked up over Turk. Can you tell the beastwoman I’m sorry?”

So polite, flaunting her crush. Bowing like crazy. Is this her real self?

“No worries, I’ll tell her. Bestelta, she’s sorry about earlier.”

“No interest. Tell her if she does it again, I’ll grate her whole body into ramen.”

“She says don’t worry about it. Was a rough start, but let’s get along.”

“Yes! Thank you!”

She bows and darts back to Turk. What does Bestelta think ramen is?