Chapter 06: The Life of a Growing Cub (Part 2)

7.45am, Year 4009 AD, the 20th day of May, a day before my departure to the Elsivier.

I arrived at the front door of the tavern, Hobbit’s Lodge.

The tavern opens 24 hours a day, but the only time that the place was not busy was between now until mid-morning. Even though it’s called the Hobbit’s Lodge, this tavern was by no means small. It could easily accommodate 200 people at any one time and they served great foods and drinks.

It was called the Hobbit’s Lodge because of both the owners which also happens to be husband and wife, was a Halfling. They were not exactly easy on the eyes in terms of looks and were easily prone to vulgarity, but they were a nice couple and I have been here since I was young. Working to earn some extra income, becoming a waiter, dishwasher, cleaner and last but not least, a mascot. I have to wear those weird costumes that looked like an animal of some sort. Said that I suit them to a tee, with me being short and cute. Well, that happened when I was about 6 years to 14 years old.

Now, I came here to help around from time to time, serving up foods and drinks, mostly ale. The ale made of Elsiberry was extremely famous here. And cleaning up the place afterwards.

I entered the tavern and walked up to the counter.

Looks like no customer is in yet, just as I thought.

“Hey, kid! It’s been a while.”

I heard a shout across the tavern from where the counter was situated. A short pudgy male with baggy clothes and apron walked up towards me.

Hey Mister Frodu Biggins, how are you? It’s been a while.

The one that greeted me earlier was Frodu Biggins, the co-owner of this tavern together with his wife. His name reminds me of the story from a literature I’ve read in the library about a journey to destroy a certain ring. Seems like his father loved the story too much until he named his own son as some sort remembrance to one of the main characters in the story.

Where’s your wife, Mrs Mathilda? Is she not here?

“You are looking for me or her, kid?!?

Both. You can’t be separated far from her too long.

I chuckled as he gave a hearty laugh.

“That’s what true love means, kid. You will know once you reach my age. Anyway, she went out earlier to collect some herbs and mushrooms and then meet our vendor”

Ahhh, I see.

“So, what’s bring you here kid, early in the morning? Yah, by the way, news travel fast don't they?”

What do you mean by that?

“Well, I heard you become some sort of hotshot because you bust your nuts to save some royalty. Sit down and tell me all about it.”

He pulled a seat for me to sit while he sat on top of the table, beckoning me to tell me my story of which I gladly shared with him.

“Wow, that’s some story!”

I heard a female voice behind us.

“Mathilda, you’re back. Looks like our kid here has finally decided to grow up and have a pair. Must be the ale that he stole from me has finally made him drunk enough to act.”

“Darling, he did grow a pair alright, but not because of your ale. But because it’s another pair of the women that he finally grows one of his own.”

Mrs Mathilda said as she laid down her basket of goods onto the table.

“Ahh… you prefer them melons rather than apples huh?”

Mr Frodu teased me.

“Frodu, it’s not about the sizes, it’s about what he feels about them sizes that matter. Ain’t I’m right, honey?”

I blushed.

“See, Mathilda. What have you done to the poor kid? He looks like a boiled prawn now!”

The couples again laughed heartily at my expense. This scene was pretty much normal to me now since I have been here when I was young.

“So, honey. You are off to the Capital, tomorrow?”

Mrs Mathilda asked of me as she went behind the counter. She then took one of the clean and unused piece of a white cloth from the side of the counter and laid it down on the countertop.

Uh-huh.

I nodded in response.

“You have never been out far from our guild-city. How do you feel?”

Mr Frodu asked of me.

Well, to be honest, I really don’t know. I don’t feel as nervous as I think I should be. Nor really anxious.

“That means you really have grown a pair big enough not to be fazed by the situation. I’m impressed. The young little boy has finally grown up. It brings tears to my eyes.” Mr Frodu stood up and came towards me and gave me a few pats on my shoulder.

“Have you get your stuff ready?”

Mrs Mathilda continued to inquire about my preparation from the back of the counter. She looked a little busy but that did not stop her from asking me that question.

Not yet. I still don’t have all I need.

“I see. Here, take this then.”

Mathilda brought a couple of freshly baked bread wrapped with the white cloth earlier.

“Take some. I wish I can give you more, but if it was any more than this, you won’t be able to travel light.”

Thank you, Mrs Mathilda. I’ll gladly accept this.

“Here, this is my gift.”

Mr Frodu went up to his bar counter and opened up a drawer. He took out a vial that contains a liquid of some sort.

“Take this, this is my specially brewed Elsiberry concentration. A drop of this and your drinking water would taste much better.”

Looking at her husband’s action, Mrs Mathilda was a little surprised.

“Why Darling, ain’t that precious? You keep declining from giving it to others, and yet…”

“Shut up, Mathilda. In return kid, I want something from you.”

I looked at Mr Frodu, waiting for his next words.

“Next time you come back here, tell us more stories like you the one you had told us earlier. Share with us your journeys, your trials, your heroics deeds, everything. That’s the very least you can do for us, an old couple whose ideas and sense of adventure is in this tavern and serving up its patron.”

I’ll do that, Mr Frodu, Mrs Mathilda.

“And perhaps one day, the bards and minstrels will sing the praise of your name and of your heroic adventures… Hahahaha!!”

Talk about pressure. I wanted to reply back to Mr Frodu not to get his hopes too high for me, just yet, However, his wife did that for me instead.

“Darling, you are pressuring the kid. He is just travelling to Elsevier, not going on a quest to slay a dragon. But with that said, I do have high hopes you will make it out there.”

I nodded my head. I agreed with that. I’m just travelling to the capital, that’s all. No big deal.

“Alright. Alright. But kid, remember this. Make sure you adjust your boob-meter because, in Elsivier, you will see more beauties than you can handle. If you think that this guild-city has lots of beautiful, big-breasted, long-legged girls as that’s how you prefer your women to be, try Elsivier. Most importantly, don’t return here as a virgin.”

Mr Frodu gave out a loud laughed as he hopped down from the back of the counter and came toward us.

“Darling!!!”

Mr Frodu continued to laugh out heartily.

“Sigh…. What a vulgar old man. Ignore what he just said, honey. I’m sure you have better things to do other than skirt chasing and panty stealing.”

I knew it. Finally, I was exposed.

I know that they knew my secret hobby. I really hope that they can keep my secret, a secret. Or else, I’m going to be history once I get back here. It’s better for me to be known as a hero, a saviour rather than a panty thief. It would not really good for my career advancement in the future.

Well, Mr Frodu, Mrs Mathilda. I better get going. I still have a few places and things I have to do to prepare for my journey. I’ll return with amazing stories, just for both of you. Please do excuse me for now. Until next time, Mr Frodu, Mrs Mathilda.

“Take care kid. Bring back to me those stories.”

“Take care, honey. Be safe.”

With that, I move on to my destination.

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10.13am, Year 4009 AD, the 20th day of May, a day before my departure to the Elsivier.

Weaponsmith – Schmidt and Schmidt Weapon Smithy.

We repair whatever that is metal and we can turn your scrap into weapons.

Blacksmith – Schmidt and Schmidt Armour Smithy.

We repair whatever that is metal and we can turn your scrap into armours

Such unimaginative name. They plagiarized each other. Copy and paste. Well, they were twins anyway. It was to be expected.

However, I heard they were not on good terms recently. I wondered what happens, but dwarves are prone to be a hot-tempered race and even shorter fuse to ignite. So, anything can set them off, even from a drinking bet.

Especially from a drinking bet.

“Don’t lose to that blond-haired dwarf cheat!”

I heard this as I stood in the middle of the road, which surprisingly or not, depending on how one was supposed to think, their shops were located opposite of each other.

“Don’t lose to that red-haired dwarf loser!” came the retort.

From outside, I could see them bellowing orders towards their poor worker, trying to spur them to work hard, so as not to lose to each other.

Now, which one I will enter? If I enter one or the other, I’m going to be in trouble.

Sigh.

“Whatcha doing in the middle of the road. Stop staring and come in!” shouted the blond-haired dwarf that goes by the name of Thrane “Hammerfist” Schmidt. He’s the one who owns the armour smith shop.

“Hey, what are you doing stealing my customer! He has been standing there looking into my shop first” came another voice that belongs to the younger of the twin, red-haired Ulthrane “Thunderaxe” Schmidt. He owns the other one, the weaponsmith shop that’s just opposite of his twin and rival.

“Hey, what do you mean by stealing, he looked at mine first!”

“He is mine, you cheater!”

“What do you mean he is yours, loser?”

“That’s it, you are going to get it from me today!”

“And what are you waiting for? I’m been itching my ass all over to get one over you, loser!!”

“Up yours, you cheater!”

Both of them came out to the middle of the road, Thrane was with a hammer and Ulthrane was with an axe.

Hey, hey guys. It’s in the middle of the road. It’s broad daylight.

They ignored me and continued to stare each other. And I stood just between them. If I don’t solve this problem soon, I’m going to be a mincemeat.

Ehhh guys?! Guys??? GUYSSSSS!!!!

I shouted at them.

“What do you want, can’t you see that we are busy”

“Yah, are you blind or deaf, or both?”

Is it me or both of you are trying to piss me off?

“Yeah, yeah… piss off punk!”

“Yeah, piss off punk!”

I was really getting annoyed. Really annoyed now.

I looked at them, stared directly into their eyes and then I did the unthinkable. I pulled both of their beards.

“Hey, hey, not the beard!”

“Hey watch it. Not the beard!”

Snap out of your childish behaviour! I won’t let go until both of you calm down and grow up. You are embarrassing yourself in the middle of the road during the day. Everyone is looking at you.

That sudden realization made both of them stop.

“Humphh” Thrane put down his hammer.

“Humphh back at you” Ulthrane sniped back with a childish retort.

Hey enough already. If you are not going to stop, I’ll tell both of your wives and let them stop you instead.

“Hey, not the wifey ok. Anything but her.” Thrane pleaded with me.

“Yah, no wifey. I’m afraid of her.” Ulthrane followed suit.

Married men’s weakness 101: Their wives. Most married man I know lacked the ball when it came to their wives. Even these two macho and mean looking dwarves. What a pity. In most marriage, it’s the wives who wear the pants in the house. The husbands, no matter how badass they can be outside of the house, back home, they were just a puppy.

I’m not here to become your middleman. Both of you guys can settle like an adult, right. I thought dwarves are better than this; fighting in the middle of the road like some juvenile delinquent. What are you guys are like? 12? I’m here for a different purpose. I want to see both of you.

“Come inside then. You too, Ulthrane. You heard the young man!”

As all of us took a seat in the shop, I told them my reason for visiting the dwarves twin.

“I see… I see.”

Thrane said while stroking his beard. As not to be left behind, Ulthrane too stroke his beard and asked of me next.

“So, you are going off tomorrow at dusk?”

"Are you stupid Ulthrane. He said dawn, not dusk. Learn the difference."

"Oh shut up, Thrane. It was just an honest mistake."

Whatever guys.

“Then what are you waiting for. Let me see your weapon. I’ll give it a proper touch-up, fit for a hero like you. Gwahahahaha. Give your armour to Thrane, he will know what to do with it. And give us a moment to prepare the other item.”

And so I did as what I have been told, handing all my equipment to them and wait.

As true to dwarven craftsmanship, they really know their stuff. In a jiffy, my weapons and armours looked brand new.

My sword and dagger seemed lighter and sharper and my hand bracer and belt looked sturdier. And the item that I previously asked them to do, was inch perfect. Not even a single flaw in it.

Wow guys, both of you really did a great job.

“You think so?”

Thrane seemed happy.

No one can beat both of you when you work together.

“When we work together, huh?”

How much is it?

I enquired them about the price.

“This time, I’m not charging you. You follow suit, Ulthrane?”

“Why not?” Ulthrane answered.

“Think of it as a gift for your journey, though I wonder what you are going to do with that item.”

Both of them looked at each other, but as a macho man said nothing. Man of actions it seemed. But back home, they are a bunch of pussies.

“Tonight we drink, brother!”

“Tonight we drink. A toast to our hero and to his journey!”

Dwarves. Short temper and even shorter fuse. No matter how you look at it, it’s pretty easy to handle them once you know their nature. Buy them a drink, gamble or challenge them. And make sure you are man enough to follow through your words.

After I said me thank you, I move on to the next destination.

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2.35pm, Year 4009 AD, the 20th day of May, a day before my departure to the Elsivier.

I’m here at the place where it all started. The guild-city only canteen.

It mostly serves the younger students who can’t cook, but most often than not I would be able to see higher ranking members eat here. Perhaps they were lazy to cook, or perhaps they have had a certain penchant for the food that they served here. If you can call what they do and served here as food.

The food they used to serve was very bad, tasteless and reeks of excessive weird flavouring. Especially the chef’s infamous stew, which people around here called it the Stew of Death.

I tried it once and I ended up being in the infirmary for three straights days, one day for being sick, and the other two days for having post-eating stress disorder, or PESD for short. That and also the constant complaining and pestering of the kids in my dormitory about the food. And when push comes to shove, I blew my top.

And because of that, I decided to single-handedly change the whole canteen once I’d got the chance. Of course, It has now become a mess hall.

I destroyed the wall that separates the kitchen and the eating place and it just became one giant open area where we can see the cooks preparing our food from our table. It’s better that way.

We can see how our food was being cooked and the cook can actually start to behave like a proper cook. And I rearranged the setting, so we have no more those long tables that can accommodate 20 people sitting around it. Nope. I decided that a table for four was the best. So, I broke long the tables up and divided into a table for four, and the biggest would be eight. My creativity and interior design skills were pretty good I dare say. It looked cosier and even feels more intimate.

I smirked when I recalled what I did here recently. Hopefully, it will improve the situation.

And, I was proven right, yet again.

For the past three to four days, I’ve been hearing how much the mess hall has improved. The food was gradually getting better, the cook was happier since the patrons were starting to appreciate their hard job preparing the food, and even the dreaded Chef Beerbelly Glutton has started to prepare proper menu and food that suited to our taste. So, hopefully, no more of that infamous Stew of Death.

Right now, I’m here to present a gift. My eyes were peering at the person who I need to meet. He is no other than the dreaded Chef Beerbelly Glutton.

Hah, found him.

He was behind the counter, near the stove. Like usual, he was still ordering his cook around like slaves, but since the kitchen was an open area now, it’s not that obvious and his order was now milder. Way milder.

Hey, fatass!

The Chef was surprised to see me.

“You again! Haven’t you been thrown out of the guild-city yet?”

No way fatass. I’m still here, you see. Besides, the big boss of this guild-city loves me too much that he’s not willing to see the back of me. Sucks to be you, ehh fatass. All those letters of complaints about me and guess what, I still here. Muahahaha.

“Humphhh… So what do you want? And stop calling me fatass!”

I’ll call you Fatass until you become thin. And then you are thin, I’ll call you sticky-ass instead. And you won’t be stopping me either. Muahahaha.

“Are you here to gloat at me after you destroyed my kitchen?”

Me? Destroyed your kitchen? Far from it. Hey, this place looks better right now. Look around you.

“Humphhh… so what do you want? I have no time for brats like you!”

Awww… come on.

I persuaded him while stroking his fat and bubbly chin. He was the only one human in this guild-city, who was older than me but shorter. Short and pudgy with a big tummy and even bigger ass.

I have something for you.

The item that I just received from the twin dwarves earlier. A new, shiny and best of all dwarven crafted stew pot. I handed over to him the new stew pot. His pudgy hands manage to grab the handle before it fell down to the ground.

Hey, be careful. It’s dwarven made, so it’s pretty expensive. I don’t want it to be broken or dented before you even use it.

Though I got it for free from the dwarf brothers, I ain’t stupid to sell their craftsmanship short. Besides, I don’t like him getting the idea that I’m a cheapskate.

Fatass fell into silence.

Use it to cook your stew. And make sure you ain’t cooking that stew of yours anymore. If I hear, even at the slight, about your bloody stew, I’m going to make sure it’s not the pot that will be thrown out this time.

I gave a hearty laugh and turned around, exiting the mess hall. After a few steps, I heard his voice from the back of me.

“Hey, kid. You know what, you are not that bad.”

I gave him the thumbs up without turning back.

Heh, now you know. Now you know, fatass.

I copied the old geezer’s pose earlier and you know what, it seems pretty cool and neat. I could have made this into my trademark victory pose.

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3.15pm, Year 4009 AD, the 20th day of May, a day before my departure to the Elsivier.

It was already past noon and I have pretty much done preparing for my journey. All I needed left is that, hehehehe.

I returned to my room without much stopping by to greet other people. I’m still a low ranking member of the Brotherhood anyway, so it’s normal if no one bothered much about me. Ahh, well, it’s better that way. At least, I don’t have a hard time leaving. Saying goodbye to people was tiring.

I decided to take a short nap before my final activity which would start just right after the sun sets. I needed all the energy I can for tonight, hehehehe. That will be the crown of my activity today.

6.55pm, Year 4009 AD, the 20th day of May, a day before my departure to the Elsivier.

I woke up feeling refresh. I had a good dream. I dreamt about me being the Princess’s lover and we have our lovey-dovey moments. I wish the dream was longer. It ended before I can even proceed to undress…

Knock! Knock!

Suddenly, I heard a knock in front of my door. That really blew away my steam.

Who’s there?

My experience with Red Wolf taught me to be a little careful about who might be knocking. Who knows what or who might lie beyond my door, knocking. It could even be the Princess herself, but hey, didn’t she departed yesterday? Perhaps she wanted to see me before she departs.

Awww…

I wiped my drool away and waited for an answer.

“It’s us, big bro.”

Blehhh…. It’s those kids again. The idea of the Princess coming to meet me in my room just went up in smoke.

What do you boys want?

“Let’s us come in, will you?”

No!

“But, please…. Please let us in.”

Persistent and noisy bunch of kids.

Awww man…. Alright, alright, just come in already.

I opened the door, albeit reluctantly. The kids were standing in front of my door. I counted five of them, three boys and two girls.

It’s you guys again. Don’t all of you have better things to do? Shoo, shoo…

“Hey, big bro. Stop being so mean. We come here for a reason, you know. It’s not like your room has anything special other than some old women’s pant….

I pressed my hand on to the mouth of the kid that tried to blow my secret away.

Are you crazy or what? What are you talking about in the middle of the hallway?

“Then, let us in already, or else…”

Persistent, noisy and good at blackmailing at others. What a bunch of kids. I wondered who taught them that?

So, what do you want Luke?

The leader of the bunch of kid was Luke. With him was two other boys, Mike and Jones, and the girls were Lily and Aisha. They were the kids that were in my class. They are about 5-7 years old, with Luke being the oldest. Aisha and Jones were the youngest, at 5 years old.

“Hey, big bro. We heard from Master Blizzard Hawk that you’re going on a journey. We heard you save a princess and being some sort of heroic saviour. And you have been called to the big city, Elsivier”

I could see stars forming in their eyes, especially from both Aisha and Lily.

“And that you have risen in rank. What was it called again?”

A Journeyman.

I answer with lack of interest.

“Yah, a Journeyman. So, you know… we thought that… well since you are going to be on a journey and such… we… we…”

Luke was looking back and fro to each and every other kid in the room.

Come on, spit it out already.

“Aisha! Lily! Just give big bro already what you wanted to give him. I’m having a hard time explaining!”

From Luke’s back, I could see Aisha and Lily being all shy. What a pair of cute little girls.

Come Aisha, Lily… Do you have something for me?

Both of them nodded.

“Here…. pl…e..ase.. take …this.”

As soon as they handed me over their gifts, they ran out from the room.

Hey, what’s that all about. Am I too scary or what?

“Stupid big bro. The girls are your secret admirer. Once they heard that you are on your journey, they beg us to bring them to your room. And not just only them.” Luke broke into a wide smile, showing off his missing teeth.

Huh, those tiny tots are my secret admirers?

I know I prefer them older, but then again, having tiny tots like Aisha and Lily as secret admirers won’t hurt. Perhaps they will grow into young beauties. Maybe in 10 years’ time.

I looked at both gifts they presented for me. A little necklace that had an effigy that looks like me made from wood from Aisha and Lily gave me an earring stub made of some sort of red crystal.

Hmmm… not bad. It’s cute. How very thoughtful of them. Say thanks to them from me, alright.

“No problem, big bro!”

All three of them nodded. What a weird, but in a good way, this bunch of kids were.

And, what are you guys still doing here then? Aren’t three of you done?

“Well… you see big bro. We have a little gift for you too. Seeing that you love them so much, we decided to get it for you. But it was very hard, right Mike? Right Jones?”

Mike and Jones nodded in tandem.

“It’s really hard, big bro!” said Mike which followed next by Jones.

“Yeah, we never knew it was this hard, but we managed it somehow. Hehehe. Come on Luke, give it to big bro already.”

Luke handed me an envelope that contained some sort of items inside it. I wondered what it was inside?

“Well, looks like we are done, right guys? Now let’s head back for our dinner. Or else, we are going to get hungry.”

Luke suggested to both Mike and Jones, which they waste no time in agreeing.

“Yeah, let’s go!”

And there they ran off out of my room, leaving the door opened.

Sheshh… what was that all about, those guys? They come and go as they please. I need to set some rules for entering my room, once I get back here.

I looked at the envelope and I have some weird feeling about it. I opened it carefully.

What the heck is this?!!

From the envelope, I received three pairs of panties. However, these panties do not belong to grown-up girls. In fact, it looks like little girl’s panties.

Why you…

One of these days, I’m going get caught and be on trial as a criminal. What more with these little girls’ panties I had in my hand.

Both of my hands were shaking with fear as I could feel my cold sweat dripped down from my forehead.

Why those little panty thieves. You were going to get me in trouble without you even realizing it. Thanks for the thoughts, but instead of little girls, get for me panties from the older girls. Perhaps it’s impossible for them because all the girls my age were in the Eastern dormitory. I’m the oldest one here. The one and only.

Sigh….

Even though I loved panties, but I preferred them from girls my age or older. Not little girl’s panties. I better get rid of this before someone suspected me of stealing it.

With that, I returned the panties back inside the envelope and burned the whole thing. I will wear the effigy necklace and the earring those two girls just gave me though.

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7.45pm, Year 4009 AD, the 20th day of May, a day before my departure to the Elsivier.

(Below will be the recollection of another one Claude’s adventurer. Please bear in mind that it contained some nude softcore scene. Though it would not change the storyline, reading the next part of the chapter will give you an idea of Claude’s personality.)

After I had my dinner of bread and some meat from the mess hall, I’m now prepared for the final activity tonight.

Destination: Eastern dormitory. More specifically. The women’s dormitory.

In my side of the dormitory, it’s co-ed. Little boys and girls in one same dormitory. But as they grew older, and increased in their ranks, the dormitories change from being a co-ed to non-co-ed. Girls and boys were living separately.

No, I’m not here to steal panties.

I used to steal panties. In fact, I still steal panties. But that was business, not personal. Honestly, no one really knew how highly sought and paid I am for this certain and specific skillset I had until the boys needed me. I came highly recommended by them and my business was based on referral only. I helped guys, like shy and timid boys, who had no luck with women, or who had a crush on certain girls, to obtain the object of their desire and good night sleep.

And what better than a pair of panties from someone he loved or had a crushed at. Though sometimes I mixed business with pleasure by stealing a panty or two from girls I used to like, but with my help, most guys here were very thankful to me. It’s a weird fetish that nearly all guys I knew had, but if they were happy, who am I to say otherwise.

Besides, the pay was good and I used the money I’d gained to help others. So, it’s a win-win situation. If anyone of these boys ever needed a panty from someone they loved or admired, and were shy or even embarrassed about it, I’m the man.

Women have loads of panties. A pair or two gone missing won’t make such a ruckus. Besides, the business was strictly confidential. They didn’t know who did the deed for them. All they needed was some money and the name of their chosen girl or girls. And depending on who she was, my service price varied.

But, that’s not the reason why I’m here now.

I’m here because I needed to readjust and recalibrate my boob-meter. And I needed some materials to refer. Also for good night sleep help. And what better way than coming here, especially the closed bathhouse in the women’s dormitories.

All our bathhouses were the open-air closed type, meaning men and women bathed differently at different locations. But because of my punishments to collect firewood which the bathhouse used to create the steam, I have made my own secret entry, unknown to no one other than myself. If I die, the secret dies with me.

Sure, you can use magic to warm the water and make your own steam. But bathhouses were different. Besides, not everyone can use magic.

I’m peering through the special holes that I have made between the wooden wall of the bathhouses. There were a bunch of those holes, scattered around throughout the bathhouse that would gave me the best view. It was a moonless night, so it helped that I can’t be detected by giving me the cover beneath the darkness. Besides, I’m wearing all-black costumes and smeared my face with coal soot I could get from either the tavern or the canteen’s kitchen. Pretty neat ehh.

After a while, the first girl came.

Hmmm…. Still not good enough. The moonless night though helped me from being detected, however, it made it harder for me to see. I have to move around carefully to get the best view.

Not bad, what a nice body. She looked firm and fit. Still a little smaller than what I expected, but nonetheless she was growing. She will be a fine beauty when she reaches her 20s.

Then came the next one. And next. And then a whole group of them.

Woohooo… This was heaven. This is what I love about this activity. I can’t get tired of these.

All the women were beautiful in their own way. Big breasted, smaller breasted, medium ones. Asses and more asses. Tall or short, human or non-human. Long haired or short haired with many colours too. The one with the long hair tied it in a bun. All of them were beautiful. As the famous sayings go, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, and I’m the king of the beholder.

Though there were some that is not so beautiful (i.e. ugly) but the rest made it worth my effort.

Hehehehe, I wipe my drools away. I need a better view.

Krak!

As I moved to get a better view, suddenly I stepped on a dead twig and made a sound.

Ohhh shit….

“Who’s there?”

“Ahhhh… a pervert!!”

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the bathhouse. I have been discovered. Though they have yet to see me, I still need to act fast or else I’m going to get caught for sure.

“Help…. There’s a pervert in here. Call some help. Capture him!!!”

Think fast brain, think fast. Without any much thought, I made a dog sound.

“You sure it’s a guy? It sounds like a dog strayed into the bathhouse courtyard” a voice that belonged to the bathhouse caretaker trying to assess the situation.

“I think it’s a man, I saw his silhouette.”

“Nevermind, to be sure, let’s check it out!”

I bought myself some precious time. However, I am now being cornered. I took a wrong turn because of the darkness and I have nowhere else to go. The only way to escape was to climb the tree that was beside me. But yet, that will lead to another problem as tree’s main branch extended inside the bathhouse.

“I think I saw him. A silhouette. Over there. Come, girls, let’s catch this pervert!!”

Ohhh… Looks like time runs out. I have no other choice then.

I took a deep breath and began to escape anew by climbing the tree. I could see a group of girls, mostly half naked, with only bath towel covering their body, from the breast to just above the knee, trying to make a chase for me. Some other days, this might be a good situation. But not tonight.

Though, they have yet to find out who am I as I had my face smeared with soot earlier.

I take a good leap to the top of the tree and with just two fast movements, I’m on the main branch that extended itself to the inside of the bathhouse. I took a couple smaller branches, about two feet, with leaves on and insert it my clothes, to camouflage myself.

I wonder if this branch will hold.

But looked like I got my answer before long. Halfway down the branch, I heard a loud crack and the main branch that has been supporting me broke in half. I fell down right into the middle of the bathhouse, the den of tigers, or in this case, naked girls.

“Ahhh!!! Help… He’s here. Hurry up and catch him!!”

In my desperation, I grabbed a bath towel that was nearest to me. I stripped her naked and with the towel, wrap around my head, leaving my eyes open.

Thank for the feast of my eyes, babe.

I let out an eerie-beast like scream and laughed. I have to, to hide the fact that I am a human.

“It’s a pervert beastman. Here girls… he’s here!!”

Looked like my bluffs work. In order to buy myself some more time, I stripped a few more girls who wrapped themselves with towels. These towels will come in handy later. Now, I need to find my way out. I needed to create some more diversion.

Although the night was moonless, the water steam in the bathhouse was making hard for me to see, but nonetheless, I can make out who or what is in front of me. I grabbed a pair of boobs that was in front of me and she screamed.

“Let me go you pervert. Where do you think you are touching me?!”

I managed to grab a few more pair of breasts and some asses. Soft but firm. Nice.

Hey, I’m not a sex maniac alright. It’s diversional tactic. From their screams, they managed to divert the other girls’ attention into this bathhouse. And because of that scream also, coupled with the steam from the hot water and moonless night, it’s all perfect. I have misdirected them into the bathhouse. The girls inside here can’t exactly do anything either, either because they are busy protecting their naked body from me, a pervert, or I have stripped them off from their bath towel and was somehow paralyzed from the full frontal show. All I needed now was a few seconds and I have bought myself some time because of that.

I leapt out from the centre of the bathhouse and make a dash towards the main entrance. No one will suspect a pervert who has been nearly caught to run out from the main entrance. They will be busy covering themselves or has been misdirected by the screams earlier. And normally, people who were caught in the act will act by escaping into the least dangerous routes i.e. the bathhouse wall. I made a mad dash and as soon as I can see the courtyard, I climbed onto the roof and threw some of the towels I had grabbed earlier.

A few moments later…

I’m back in my room. Exhausted but relief. I can barely breathe from all that run and being chased.

I gave out a loud laugh.

Hahahahaha... Hahahahaha… That was some crazy shit stuff.

It took me a moment to calm myself down and my breathing to return to normal. Under the moonless night and with the help of the few towels I had grabbed from the poor girls, I managed to outrun and diverted their attention.

Escape 101: Never ever return to your lair the first thing when you escape. Run around for a moment, divert their attention, and bide your time to escape to safety.

Hahahahaha… I never expected that to happen. I only wanted to see naked girls in the bathhouse for my readjustment and calibration of my boob-meter, but I got far more than I asked. Luckily, I managed to escape.

I never thought bare naked breasts and asses feels so good to touch. Soft but firm. Elastic but somewhat juicy. I renewed my new admiration and love for female bodies.

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10.23pm, Year 4009 AD, the 20th day of May, a day before my departure to the Elsivier.

With that all activities I have done, my night has ended somewhat peacefully. I fell asleep before long.

Little did I know, that after I had left for my journey to Elsivier, a new rumour has been circling the guild-city, that a pervert beastman, dressed in black with a blackened face and plants all over his body has managed to infiltrate the women’s bathhouse and molested a few girls. The rumour has now been called as “The Pervert Black Beastman Molester”. Though many other men claim to do the deeds and other girls who were molested came to tell their stories, most of them have been dismissed as attention-seeking due to it being a viral news. The real culprit has yet to be caught. And ironically, there were many versions of that one single account that makes this rumour become somewhat of a legend. “The Legend of the Pervert Black Beastman”