Chapter 1 – A World Without Demons

My master was, to put it nicely, eccentric. To be honest, he was a crazy bastard.

He spent his entire life trying to find his mate, using all sorts of methods on all sorts of women. In the end, he died at the age of 96, still a virgin. He wasn’t exactly normal.

No matter how much his face suffered from a lack of probability…no, quite a bit of probability, it was still a bit too much to pity him for his entire life.

There was one thing my master always said.

“Sochan. If you’re a man, you should always have the ability to support at least one woman.”

“Why should I do that when it’s hard enough to take care of myself?”

“Why, you little brat. You never know when a pretty soldier will pop up in some way or another. Do you plan on starving a soldier who suddenly falls from the sky or floats down the river?”

“…I don’t know if that will really happen, but even if it does, what are the chances that it will be a young and pretty soldier? And there’s a high probability that there will be dangerous situations where someone will be chased. What about that?”

“You foolish disciple. That’s why I taught you martial arts to use in those situations.”

That was a conversation we had a week before he passed away.

My master…even until then, he sincerely believed that a pretty soldier would fall from somewhere someday.

Just thinking about those memories makes me cringe, but he didn’t fall into the world of prostitution without love. He didn’t even go to the brothels for the same reason.

I wish he had just gone to the brothels….

Anyway, he lived his entire life as a virgin, but no one resented him for it. Even those who rejected his heart didn’t hate him.

He used to smile and tell stories of the old days, saying that he was happy for a while. I still remember all those stories.

…Most of them were crazy adventures that I couldn’t forget no matter how hard I tried, but today, I miss that master so much.

“I didn’t know my master’s words were right….”

I knew how to pick up a pretty soldier who had fallen into the water after raising fish.

***

In one hand was a bucket full of water. In the other hand was a limp, wet woman who arrived at the cabin.

I put the water in the kitchen and laid the unidentified woman down in the room.

“……”

Fortunately, she was still breathing, but she still hadn’t regained consciousness.

What should I do….

First, I had to regulate her body temperature. Even if I burned firewood for heating, it would take too much time. What if she got hypothermia in the meantime?

I couldn’t light a fire inside the house, so there was only one way to warm her up – to take off her wet clothes and dress her in several layers of new clothes.

I grabbed some of the cleanest clothes from the closet and a thick winter blanket, and laid them down next to her.

Gulp.

As I thought about what I had to do next, my mouth went dry. Her pink hair cascaded down to her hips. Even with her eyes closed, I could tell she had beautiful features. And her huge breasts were just…wow.

I had never seen my ideal type in my past 25 years or my current 20 years, but here she was, right in front of me.

This was a rescue mission.

Soft.

…And this was a watermelon.

After a brief moment of hesitation, I quickly stripped off her wet clothes. Her thin undergarments were soaked through, revealing her curves.

Wow, they’re pink!

The tips of her breasts, which seemed bigger than her head, were standing erect for some reason.

…Is it because she’s cold?

I realized too late that I shouldn’t be distracted by her breasts. I quickly dried her off and dressed her in fresh, clean clothes.

Finally, I wrapped her up in the blanket like a cocoon and felt relieved.

It was so soft…no, I mean, I don’t have to worry about her body temperature anymore.

Now, the only thing left was food…but can she eat while unconscious? This isn’t a world with Ringels, so I need to find a way.

Animals chew their food into small pieces and feed it to their young with their mouths, but I’m a human, so I don’t need to go that far.

…I feel a little, just a little bit resentful of the fact that I’m human as I headed to the kitchen.

I’ll have to kill or cook something.

Four days passed like that.

The unconscious woman had eaten something, but she hadn’t gone to the bathroom.

What’s going on?

Maybe she woke up a while ago and only left when I was asleep?

Honestly, I wanted to check her curves and see if they were pink too, but I couldn’t. Even though she’s still unconscious, she’s my ideal type. I’m afraid that if I touch her while she’s unconscious and get caught later, I’ll be ridiculed.

Even if that’s not the case, there’s still a bit of conscience that prevents me from touching an unconscious woman.

It would be nice if there were some excuse, like having to change her clothes because of urine or sweat, but there’s nothing like that.

How can a person be like this? She’s clearly alive, with her big breasts bouncing up and down.

And there’s never any waste or bad smell coming from her body. She always smells good.

The smell of a man living alone disappeared, replaced by a sweet fragrance that filled the room. It made me feel good every time I walked in.

You are sending and receiving too many words in a short period of time.

You are sending and receiving too many words in a short period of time.