Chapter 43: Going to Pay 1000 Yen to a Kemololi Pussy

Before the Magic Attack Power test, there was a lunch break.

I was wondering what to do since I didn’t even have money to buy lunch, when Rafilia came over, her large breasts swaying under her robe, and handed me a 1000-yen silver coin.

Because of the thick fabric hanging from her chest as the peak point, Rafilia looked like she had a bell-shaped figure. Even if I couldn’t see them directly, I knew that soft, large camembert cheese-like breasts were definitely jiggling underneath that bell.

"Please use this to get something to eat."

"Is that really okay?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. I’ll return it once I receive the prize money."

"No need to hold back. I really wanted to celebrate you getting 1st place in physical attack power, but I have work... Masaharu-san, please do your best in the afternoon tests as well."

"Understood. I’ll go all out this afternoon and double the prize money."

I clenched the 1000-yen silver coin tightly and ran into the back alley.

This wasn’t the time to eat.

I’m going to go spend it on a kemololi beast girl’s pussy!

Uwooooooh!

I sprinted at full speed.

I wasn’t planning to have sex with her in the middle of the day.

If I bought one play’s worth of time, I should be allowed to pet her head, stroke her ass, and bury my face in the fluffy fur around her belly and sniff to my heart’s content.

Back in my previous life, I lived in a place where pets were forbidden, so I could only endure by watching videos. But now, I don’t have to hold back anymore.

I’m sure she was around this alley. I had properly memorized the route for erotic purposes.

Hm?

I heard voices arguing.

"Come on, move!"

"N-No..."

"Hurry up! If you can’t earn even a single coin, I’ll dispose of you!"

"Nooo... Masaharu-san promised he would come..."

"Shut up! Who the hell would buy a beastkin like you!"

"It hurts! Stop! Nooo!"

Shit! This is serious!

I ran full speed toward the source of the argument.

Around the corner in a dark spot, a filthy man was dragging a kemololi by the arm.

"What the hell are you doing to my kemololi!"

"Wh-Who the hell are you!"

The man was wearing dirty clothes, had a dirty beard, a dirty face, and dirty hair growing on his arms — a thoroughly filthy man.

"M-Masaharu-san!"

The kemololi noticed me and reached out her hand for help.

As I tried to approach, the filthy man pulled her behind his back to hide her.

"Let go of her. I’m buying that girl."

"Too bad. She’s already scheduled for disposal."

"Disposal?"

"Yeah. Unlike human brats, nobody buys beastkin slave brats. Feeding her any longer is just a waste of money. It’s more profitable to skin her and sell her as pork."

"Wh-What did you say!?"

Skin her and sell her?

A kemololi who has feelings and can speak?!

The only skin you’re allowed to peel is a clitoral hood!

Anger made my vision turn red.

The filthy man laughed disgustingly.

This was the first time I’d met a villain since coming to this other world.

Everyone I’d met until now had been good people. Lucia, Ilia, Ifelasky, Rafilia — they had all been kind to me. E, Raiden, everyone in this world had been nice.

But this filthy man trying to drag away a kemololi was undoubtedly evil.

I wanted to punch him.

But instead, I opened my clenched fist and held out the 1000-yen silver coin.

"I’m buying this kemololi’s pussy. Let go of her."

"What...?"

The filthy man took the silver coin from my hand and checked both sides.

"Doesn’t seem fake..."

"That’s not all. I’m buying the girl herself. How much?"

"Huh?"

"You said you’d sell her as meat, right? I’ll pay double."

"Oh? Then it’ll be four 10,000-yen gold coins. Can you pay?"

"Yeah. I’ll bring it tonight."

"Kuk kuk kuk. Fine. Let’s make it an official contract sworn to the God of Commerce, Mars. You’ll prepare 40,000 by the end of today. I’ll hand over the beastkin. Deal?"

"Wait. You’ll properly remove the slave collar, right?"

"Of course. I can’t sell pork with a slave collar on it."

"Understood. Then let’s make the contract."

"Kuk kuk kuk. Contract complete. It’ll only be for a short time, but enjoy yourself. It should be just the right size for your pathetic little dick. Kuk kuk kuk."

The filthy man rolled the silver coin in his palm and walked away with a filthy gait.

Damn it. While suppressing the urge to beat him senseless, I watched his back disappear.

If I punched him with the power that had been confirmed as one of the strongest in the country, I would definitely kill him. I had no choice but to endure. Besides, slavery seemed to be legal in this country, so if I hit him, I’d be the one becoming a criminal.

"Kemololi, are you okay? Does it hurt where he pulled you?"

I gently touched her wrist and checked her condition.

"Y-Yes... I’m fine. Kemololi?"

"Yeah. That’s what I call cute beast girls like you."

"My name is Kemololi! I’m happy!"

"Ah, no, Kemololi is more like a description, not a name..."

"I like being called Kemololi!"

Kemololi’s eyes were sparkling. She seemed genuinely delighted.

"I see. If you like it, then from today on, you’re Kemololi."

"Thank you!"

"Good."

She still seemed scared and trembling, so I picked her up in my arms.

Kuuuh. So fluffy and soft. The fur on her back was surprisingly coarse, but the fur on her belly was incredibly fluffy.

She was as light as a puppy.

Since I paid for sex, I should be free to do whatever I want. But our body sizes were too different — if I tried to insert anything, I might seriously injure her.

What I bought wasn’t her pussy, but her time.

"Let’s go somewhere brighter for now."

"N-No..."

"Why not?"

"I’ll get hit..."

"Huh?"

...Kemololi grabbed her collar and trembled. It seemed beastkin slaves were heavily persecuted.

"Beastkin... slave beastkin like me who are mixed breeds are just animals that can talk a little... We’re not allowed to walk the path of humans."

Damn... She’s so cute, yet treated so horribly.

"It’s okay. Do you know there’s a status exam happening in this city right now?"

"Status exam?"

"You don’t know...? Anyway, the point is I’m one of the strongest people in this country, so I can set you free."

"Free?"

"Yeah. I’ll remove your slave collar and you’ll become free."

"B-But I can’t give you anything in return..."

"It’s fine. Kemololi can give me plenty in return."

"Eh?"

"Let me sniff you."

"Sniff? What?"

"Your belly and back."

"...?"

"I want to press my face against your belly and back and sniff with all my might."

"Eh? Eh?"

"Once you’re free, you can refuse my requests. But if you want to thank me, just remember that I want to sniff you."

"Eh? Eh?"

"I want to sniff."

"Y-Yes."

"You promised, okay? I’m going to sniff you, got it?"

"Y-Yes."

Kemololi looked confused.

But she wasn’t giving me the "what a disgusting lolicon pervert" look. She was just genuinely confused. Good. She doesn’t hate me.

Clang, clang, clang. Clang, clang, clang.

The sound of bells rang out from somewhere. The chimes slowly spread throughout the city.

It was the signal that lunch break was ending.

"I have to go take the test. I’ll definitely come back, so wait just a little longer."

"Yes."

No more messing around.

Since winning 1 million in prize money is basically guaranteed, I can buy Kemololi, right?

But that doesn’t mean I should slack off.

If there are 100 children in the same situation, I want to save them all.

I can’t save every beastkin slave in the world. But I want to save the ones in this city of less than 10,000 people. I’m definitely going to crush that filthy slave trader-looking guy from earlier.

Wild beastkin might be able to survive if released into the wild, but they might need initial funds to buy weapons or move to better land. So having more money is definitely better.

I’ll take overall 1st place, get the 5 million prize, and use it to free the beastkin slaves!