Chapter 31 – The White Mage (1)
The morning after sex can be really disgusting.
“Hmm.”
As soon as I opened my eyes, I was impressed by the dampness of my waist. I didn’t expect the bed to be so wet with love juice and semen. This is what the fuck, everyone goes to a motel when they have sex.
“Woke up?”
Just then, Frank’s voice came from above.
Minding the dampness of the bed, I realized what state I was in by the soft feel of my head and the majesty of my flesh-colored breasts blocking half of my vision.
“A lap pillow?”
“My mother used to do it often when I was little.”
Fran answered while stroking her hair. We were both naked because we both fell asleep after yesterday’s love affair. I was lying naked on Frank’s bare legs.
“I was wondering what would be so much fun watching me lying on my knees. But now… I understand a little bit.”
“… Can’t you see my face because of my breasts?”
“Yes. I can not see. I’m pretty sorry about that. My mother was a pure-blooded dwarf and didn’t have big breasts like mine, so I wouldn’t be able to see her sleeping face like her.”
Are all dwarves chubby? It was a fact I didn’t know.
“There are a lot of uncomfortable things about having big breasts.”
“It always has been. Wasn’t there a time when it was helpful? Until yesterday.”
Fran said while giggling. I realized a beat later why she was laughing. The Anaconda Juji of my crotch valley, which had been looking for food since morning, was in the middle of flinching.
Oh my jews I’m so glad I didn’t receive any expansion pack patches or nerfs. Suddenly here… It was fortunate that even if he returned to his original size, he would have been in so much trouble.
“All men are like this every morning.”
“Really? I did not know. It didn’t grow because of me.”
“It’s thanks to you that it still doesn’t sink.”
At my words, Fran leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“Transformation.”
-Malkan.
Frank tried to whisper, so my mouth was lightly buried by her soft breasts. But I was neither choking nor angry.
The heart is always right. I won’t take a reply.
Anyway, I got up and got dressed. For the first time in my life, I missed wet wipes. There are normal tissues, but no wet tissues. So, in an inn room without a shower room, it was a problem that it was very uncomfortable in this case.
“Franc. I’m thinking of going to the bathroom, would you like to go with me?”
“Um, wait a minute? Actually, I have a request today… I guess I’ll have to wait and see.”
“Request? What time is it?”
“1:00 pm.”
“1 o’clock? I have to go soon. Maybe we overslept.”
Since there is no clock in the room, it is also inconvenient. It was 12 o’clock now, so I had to rush to the public bath, wash up quickly, and run away.
It’s better to fuck it than that, I just wrap it up and wipe it off, but isn’t the franc still left with my semen in its body? I felt sorry for Fran at the thought of going to the corner of the bathroom to clean herself secretly.
─Tumble.
We dressed up lightly and went out. While I was returning from looking at the clock in the clock tower, Fran was talking to the inn lady.
“Franc. It’s still 8 o’clock.”
“8 o’clock? I overslept.”
8 o’clock is too late? So, was I usually nocturnal? Recalling my average wake-up time, which was between 11:00 and 12:00, I even admired the difference in thinking with her.
Then the innkeeper asked.
“So, did you have fun last night?”
“Yeah?”
I averted my eyes at her words, but Fran asked back as if she didn’t understand immediately.
At the inn lady’s smirk, Fran turned to me. When I asked if I had any idea why she was like that, I stared at her in silence.
“—Ah.”
Realizing the meaning of her question, Fran blushed up to her neck and then to her blush.
What the fuck are you talking about? A man and a woman of old age went up together to the inn room and didn’t crawl out until tomorrow morning. Not knowing is abnormal. Cancer.
But it was so fucking embarrassing, so I wanted it to pass.
“Ah!! Aaa——!!”
Fran screamed. I want to scream too scream.
“Is that so? Isn’t that what it is? What is that misunderstanding? It looks like you misunderstood because there was a misunderstanding!!”
“Misunderstanding? What kind of misunderstanding?”
“That, so? Didn’t we do something like that? I just came to sleep well!”
“In the same bed?”
“No!!!!! I am!!!!! Off the floor!!!!! Slept!!!!!”
“Oh, did you? I must have misunderstood. —By the way, Fran, did you not know?”
The innkeeper put her hand on his cheek and said in trouble.
“Our inn has good soundproofing, but the floor is old. Sometimes I can hear the creaking of the bed downstairs very loudly, and it’s painful——”
“I’ll go to the bathroom for a while and then I’ll work!!”
Awesome!!
Fran, who realized that she was the only one, made her run to toss her embarrassingness to herself in the evening. I alternately looked at her fran, who ran out in an instant, and at the innkeeper, who giggled at her.
“… Should I say thank you for last night?”
I asked. The innkeeper raised the corners of her mouth, wiping away tears from laughing.
“I do not need. Because I supported that child. It was Fran who chose you. If you hadn’t made it look like you were responsible, I would have stopped you.”
“That’s good.”
Based on my 28 years of life experience, ‘kind’ means ‘I’m going to say this because I look hard to praise’, and ‘responsible-looking’ means ‘you look like a baby hukou, so I can’t slim down’.
Just according to the auntie, don’t I look like a blonde tanned bully~? It wouldn’t have happened like this if he had appeared while doing so.
The fact that he managed to negotiate between me and Fran last night, with some force, must mean that I looked fine even in the eyes of the innkeeper.
“In a job where you meet a lot of people, you can get a sense of what kind of person he is just by looking at his first impression. From my point of view, you seemed like a pretty decent person.”
The innkeeper said so.
I think that contemplation is just a pseudoscience, but I didn’t know it in another world. Since there is such a thing as divination, is physiognomy a discipline that can be established as a rule like alchemy?
At any rate, it was true that this aunt secretly arranged her arrangements between us, so I bowed her head to her and said,
“My name is Nord.”
“It’s Beinya Mutarat. Take care of the franc.”
“Nothing. Leave it to me.”
After saying hello, I chased after Fran, who had run ahead.
The inn is called ‘Children of Mutarat’.
I think it’s a well-made inn name.
***
The spread of bath culture in Britannia was greatly influenced by Romania.
No, to be frank, all the good things in this country were Romania’s pakkuri. The current policy of the Kingdom of Britannia was like that. We are developing everything that looks good in foreign countries.
─To sharpen manpower and improve quality!! At the end of chasing after developed countries, there is a celebrity future of the great power Britannia!!
It can be said that the will of the parkuri was also inherited here in Britannia.
‘Although they say that proper imitation is the basis for growth.’
I don’t think I’m in a position to say anything to evaluate Britannia’s Parkuri. There was a time when Korea grew up plagiarizing everything from other countries to snacks, policies, and even broadcasting.
It’s just the same in any country in the world that if the high-ranking people are idiots, it’s the people below them who fall behind.
‘Shouldn’t these fucking Britannia aristocrats start with currency reform, which will be a disaster while others are doing it?’
I am well aware that currency reform is never an easy task. Still, if you’re going to pakuri the fucking Romania, shouldn’t you do that first?
Thanks to this, Bratinia has installed bathhouses all over the country, and when it is actually operated, a separate ticket system is introduced. If I received 1 copper each for the bathhouse, no one would go because of the price of that bastard who is worried about his mother’s well-being.
In addition, Britannia is a country roughly similar to the old feudal system of the earth, so the lords ordered the king? I can’t admit it! There are cases of refusal to say
The cause is that in a territory where there are many residents who do not use the public bath, they only see a deficit because of the maintenance cost.
Romania is a place where the Senate and the Citizens’ Assembly roll. There will be more times when Britannia will not roll without improving it to suit its own circumstances.
If the king wants to get involved in the nobles’ territory policy, he has no choice but to wield the royal authority. It was a burden even for the king. You’ll probably notice it to the extent of an officer on duty who orders a late-aged sergeant with live ammunition to dry it in the sun every week.
Dear 1st, His Majesty the King is in a state of letting go if he wants to or not. It is a good example of a development policy that has gone into ruin. I’d say it’s really embarrassing.
Fortunately, Sargadis was one of the provinces that introduced and operated a municipal library and public baths copied from Romania. It’s because the lord is a person with a real concept.
‘What’s your name? Joe… Joteru? Joteru von Henne?’
Anyway, thanks to him, I’m glad I can wash often.
In this world, even though water pipes exist, shower rooms are hard to find in cheap inns. There is a separate bathroom, so why set up a shower room? My head hurts because it’s the mindset of a bastard who shares a fucking well and water pipe.
“Do you often go to the bath?”
Fran asked as she walked alongside me.
“I go almost every day. Fran and you?”
“I go every day. It was like that in Nidavellir.”
Nidavellir is a country of dwarves. Jintung In Norse mythology, it is said to be another world, but in another world, it was just a foreign underground city.
To be honest, the underground city is more interesting than another world.
How the fuck can you live underground? What about oxygen? Drinking water? How to dispose of household waste? Aren’t you dying of disease because you live without sunlight? It is a country that is curious in many ways.
Still, I didn’t really want to go. I wonder if Fran asks to go again.
“Ah, but Norr must’ve taken the bathhouse pass.”
Fran said, touching the basket she was carrying. In this bathroom, towels and shower supplies were brought by oneself.
Bathhouse tickets are 3 for 1 copper. It’s 3,000 won per session, so it’s cheaper than Korea. Maybe it’s because people don’t use it because it’s more expensive than this. I shrugged and said.
“Since I brought my wallet, I’m going to buy a new one. They said they’ll use it someday anyway, and if you give them a pass, they’ll exchange them for two towels.”
Since it was a 1/3 Cooper, it was like buying two suitable cloth towels for 3,000 won.
“Yes? Oh, or should I stop by your inn for a while?”
“I bet our innkeeper behaves the same as Mr. Bainya?”
“… Nor, I’ll pay for the bath…”
Fran said grimly. It was the expression of his will that he never wanted to go.
Anyway, so I went to the bathroom.
My daughter and my daughter-.
Britannia also has a culture of hanging bells on doors. I entered the entrance of the bathhouse, immersed in memories of her hometown. Inside the large stone counter, a young woman was looking at the receptionist.
“Hello, guest?”
“Yes. Hello. Could you give me a pass?”
I said while taking out 1 copper. Then the receptionist woman answered, arching her eyes.
“Of course I can. What about guests? Are you in a relationship with the person next to you?”
“Yes, four?!”
Frank is startled. I was also surprised by the remarks that came in without blinking. However, with the engine of the machoism in the other world at full throttle, he answered calmly.
“That’s right. We love each other.”
Fran said that before she went to sleep last night, and I also had a crush on her, so it was 100% true hontony fact.
“Ah, ah…”
Fran’s face was lowered as if it was one of the worst things she hadn’t brought her hood. Still, she held her hand tightly with one of her hands.
“… Yes. You are our lover.”
I looked at her, and when her eyes met, Fran was embarrassed but she leaned against my waist.
Wow, what a real guy. My girlfriend is so cute I think I’m going to die.
“Whoops. You look like a good pair.”
The receptionist looked at us happily and said.
“Then a guest? Aren’t you interested in a couple-only bath?”
