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 116: I’m Trash

Chapter 116: I’m Trash

We zoomed back to the surface from the dungeon at breakneck speed.

Bestelta finally job-changed into a tank. Well, not really—she just hoisted me over her shoulder and barreled through at full throttle. Small-fry beasts? Ignored or leapt over. The stubborn ones? She kicked rocks to smithereens, blasting them with the shards. We occasionally ran into adventurers, but her Bestel-Sensor sniffed them out early, and we dodged any fuss. Charging through like this would definitely draw attention. In no time, we were back at floor one—probably less than half the time it took to dive. If Bestelta went solo, she’d be even faster…

Emerging from the dungeon, it’s already dark. Practically night. Time flew. Hope Karin and the gang ate without waiting. They must be beat—rest up, guys. Let’s wrap up and head home.

“Oh… aren’t you Razu-san’s student?”

A guard calls out. Uh, who was this guy?

“Seruhim-san… right?”

“Hah, you remembered! That’s me. Thought you’d left while I was on break.”

“Nah, we went straight for floor five.”

“Haha, I see. Full of spirit… Wait, you cleared it?”

“Kei, let’s get going. I wanna wipe down.”

“Right. Seruhim-san, catch you later.”

Leaving a baffled Seruhim behind, we head to the Adventurer’s Guild. Gotta see Shaaru-chan, wipe down, eat, do some slow breeding, milk-squeeze with jyunjywa vibes, and crash hard. Daylight’s cozy, but no hot springs? Brutal. Gotta fix that somehow.

“Oh, Kei-san! You’re back.”

Shaaru-chan’s at the reception desk. Ugh, her nervous fidgeting is adorable. An angel. A literal angel.

“Shaaru-chan…”

“Eh…?”

Crap, my inner voice slipped out.

“S-S-S-Sorry! Just felt like adding -chan!”

“N-No, no, no, don’t worry about it!”

I’m stammering like crazy. This is bad. Karin and Silvia feel like family, so it’s fine, but Shaaru-chan’s not there yet. She’s super flustered too. Bet she thinks I’m a creep. My heart’s a mess. Can’t recover.

“Kei, what’re you doing? Gotta submit the certificate, right?”

Right. Bestelta’s exasperated look snaps me back.

“A-Ahem. So, we cleared floor five. Here’s the certificate.”

“Eh? Cleared? You dove today, right?”

Her eyes blink in shock. Just noticed—her lashes are long.

“Yup. Got lucky. I just followed Bestelta’s lead.”

“Ha… I see. I’ll take the certificate… Yup, confirmed. Kirk Samet’s signature. You really did it.”

Her gaze feels kinda warm. Gufufu, nailed it. Look at me more!

“We did. Also, these are from Kirk-san—ownerless certificates. You probably get what that means.”

“Ownerless… I understand. I’ll handle them carefully. On behalf of the guild, thank you.”

She bows cutely, pekori, all serious. Shaaru-chan’s so earnest. Even with jerk seniors yelling or work piling up, she does her best. Like Kirk, does she take pride in her job? She’d thrive under a kind, passionate boss like him. So diligent. Wanna ask her out. But how? Breeding Arts doesn’t help with date invites.

“Sorry if this adds to your workload.”

“No, no. We’ll split the work—it’s quick. Ownerless certificates rarely make it out, so they’re precious to families.”

She tucks them carefully under the desk.

Kirk, Shaaru-chan—both incredible. Working with pride and sincerity despite rough conditions. I… couldn’t do it. I was a useless corporate drone.

Wanting to date a hardworking girl like her? That’s low. I’m such trash.

“Now I’ll update your guild card to I-rank. Can you hand it over?”

“Sure, here.”

“Got it. Please wait here. Oh, and a message from Razu-san—he’d like you to stop by tomorrow morning or evening if possible.”

“Tomorrow? Got it. Thanks.”

Wonder what’s up?

Shaaru-chan scurries off, totetote. Her petite butt. Wanna mugyu it. What’s her underwear like? I’m trash.

Feeling low, I wait. She comes back, totetote.

“Here’s your I-rank guild card. To reach I-rank so soon after registering… amazing. I respect you.”

Kyunn.

Shaaru-chan’s praise sets off trumpets in my heart, a fanfare blaring.

“Thanks to your help, Shaaru-chan.”

“Me? I’m… useless. You’re the amazing one, Kei-san.”

“No way, that’s not true!”

She looks down. What do I do? Help, Flame Bear-senpai!

“Kei, weren’t you giving her some Run Rabbit?”

Bestelta bails me out as I flounder.

“R-Right, Shaaru-chan! We got Run Rabbit meat from floor five. Wanna take it? It’s tasty, no gamey flavor, tender, but hard to catch, so I thought you’d like it since you’re always helping—pufo!”

Rapid-fire stammering. Yup, creepy. Super creepy. Sigh.

“S-Sorry, I appreciate it, but raw meat’s a bit… hygiene-wise…”

“Yeah, yeah, what was I thinking? Haha, silly me!”

Rejected.

Feels like a hammer smashed my head, minced me, and melted me into the ground. I’m dying. God is dead.

“Um, i-if it’s okay, wanna eat it at a place I know? They cook brought-in ingredients.”

Shaaru-chan fidgets, voice tiny.

…Huh? God?

“Really? For real?”

“Y-Yes, if you’re okay with it.”

Anyone not okay with that, I’d knock out.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, please, I’d love to! Not hating it—love it, actually!”

“Eh…”

Gufu.

What am I saying? Virgin vibes much? Awawawa, I’m done. Can’t talk right. Face burning.

“Um, I—”

“No, no, no, no, I’ll ask you out again! I’ll come back! What days work for you?”

She tries to say something, but I can’t keep going. My heart’s gonna explode.

“Eh? Oh, yes. Evenings after work are fine.”

“G-Got it! I’ll save the meat! So excited! See ya!”

“Y-Yes, see you.”

Aaaa, my heart’s pounding, and I botched the goodbye. She totally thinks I’m weird.

But… she invited me to eat together, right? That means she’s at least a little into me, yeah? Please let it be true.

(Kei’s expression’s all over the place, Bestelta thinks.)