Chapter 62

EP.62 Solomon's Advice and the Mesgaki Saintess

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

"Y-You, go away…."

A frail, bird-like voice escaped her throat unbidden.

The volume was so low, as if a mosquito was proposing friendship, perfectly representing her embarrassment.

Not only was her voice trembling, but her body, drenched in shame, confusion, and humiliation, was also shaking.

Peach scent….

How could someone, who doesn’t live on dew alone, have such a scent from their, well, secretions?

It was a reasonable question, but I couldn’t help but recall something.

Naturally, past events came to mind.

Memories of the perverted gentleman.

[ Saintess: What do you think about the setting where the body emits a scent? ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: Why are you adding such unrealistic settings to the game? ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: And this time, a scent? Are you talking about smell? ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: Are you making her a human air freshener? ]

[ Saintess: She’s a woman who smells like peaches. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: Suddenly peaches? Do you like peaches? ]

[ Saintess: No? ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: Then why are you talking about peaches? ]

[ Saintess: It’s kind of sexy. ]

[ Saintess: It’s like a butt. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: What does a peach looking like a butt have to do with the body emitting a peach scent being sexy? ]

[ Saintess: You seem a bit sensitive today. ]

[ Saintess: I’ve been thinking hard about it ㅠ_ㅠ ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: It’s too unrealistic. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: How can a human body emit a fruit scent? ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: Well, the setting where someone feels sexual pleasure from mental suffering is also far from reality. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: But that can be dismissed as a kind of mental disorder, whereas this is different. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: Is it even possible from a physiological standpoint? ]

[ Saintess: But it’s sexy, right? A woman who smells like peaches. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: . ]

[ Saintess: By the way, the peach scent isn’t usually noticeable. ]

[ Saintess: Only after intense exercise, when you sweat, or… well, you know. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: Why are you being so vague and making me curious? ]

[ Saintess: Pervert. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: I swear I’ve never seen a pervert like you, you perverted brat. ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: I didn’t expect to hear "pervert" from a real pervert. ]

[ Saintess: So, how many points this time? ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: . ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: Night points… night points… ]

[ BaldIsAVirilitySymbol: You’re a pervert, but you’re also a know-it-all… or is it the other way around? ]

[ Saintess: Ufufu. ]

Ufufu, my past self, you foolish one!

Oh my.

Oh my, oh my, oh my.

Oh my!

My head spun so much it hurt.

The unrealistic setting, more of a thought and conversation, had somehow become a reality in my body.

But that wasn’t why I felt dizzy.

It was more acceptable to wake up one day and find myself with the same body as a game character.

Sure, my body could emit a peach scent.

If it was just the scent of perfume, I wouldn’t have felt this embarrassed.

But it was….

The reason for the peach scent….

Because I had….

Spilled so much that even laundry couldn’t get rid of the smell….

And the fact that I hadn’t even suspected it until a stranger sniffed me,

Aa.

I felt like I was being toyed with, no, this time I really was.

In any case, I huddled and screamed.

I thought it was a really girly reaction.

I was used to sexual harassment on the internet and in chat rooms, so I was indifferent.

But when it happened in real life,

Especially in this case, it was completely different from the reactions of people who had seen me in real life,

It felt completely different. I was embarrassed. Ashamed. I didn’t know what to do.

No, why was I so deeply flustered?

Throughout many outings on the streets,

With this body, I had already heard plenty of comments like, "Your chest is big, I want to touch your butt, I want to kiss you," and so on.

Of course, no one would say such things to my face,

But with my enhanced hearing, I could easily pick up even the slightest whispers,

And I didn’t really feel bad or good about it,

So I thought I was just as insensitive to sexual harassment in real life as on the internet.

But maybe it was because it was a face-to-face situation.

Or maybe it was because of that innocent, clueless expression.

Or perhaps, the difference between harassment directed at my appearance and harassment resulting from my actions.

Yes, that’s it. That’s exactly it.

The Saintess’s appearance naturally stimulated the desires of many men and some women,

So it was perhaps inevitable that comments about her appearance would be made, and I had just let it slide,

But now, with this body, the comments about the results of my actions,

I, who had been separating my body and mind, couldn’t help but react differently to the harassment directed at my body.

"Ah! What have I done? I-I’m sorry!"

The man’s expression contorted, and he apologized.

I was so flustered that my thoughts rapidly cooled.

So, his apology was for his rudeness.

Sniffing a woman’s laundry is, in 21st-century South Korea, where women’s rights are sky-high, a behavior that should be condemned.

Even if it was between men, it would be strange.

But it didn’t seem like he had deliberately planned such an action.

After all, who would know that the peach scent from the laundry came from a human body?

He just met me outside,

And he had only recently realized that the person living next door, who made groaning sounds early in the morning, was a stunning beauty,

Naturally, he wanted to connect with such an attractive appearance, and in trying to start a conversation, the situation had turned out this way.

Why was I even considering his perspective?

There’s a limit to pretending to be nice.

I left the spot as if being chased by something.

I didn’t even think about hanging the sheet and just brought it back, throwing it on the floor.

I locked myself in the house, flopped onto the mattress, and pulled the blanket over me.

"I’m depressed…."

I was genuinely depressed.

The self-loathing that rose up like a volcanic eruption began to gnaw at my body like a worm.

My body ached as if it were a hallucination,

…So I wanted to.

"…."

Why did it end up like this?

There was a real sex-crazed monster here.

Can’t you show some restraint?

I kicked the blanket.

And before long, the blanket was filled with the scent of peaches.

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Help me, Mr. Solomon.

[ Saintess: ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: What is it? ]

[ Saintess: ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ What should I do? ㅠㅠㅠ ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: Get to the point. ]

[ Saintess: Lately, my chest feels so tight and I keep wasting time on trivial things. ]

[ Saintess: I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. ㅠㅠ ]

[ Saintess: What should I do? ㅠ_ㅠ ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: You’re sexually frustrated. ]

"…."

Ah. It gave me chills.

How did he know?

But I soon realized that what Mr. Solomon was talking about was different from what I was thinking.

He doesn’t really like sexual talk.

Sure enough, my guess was correct, and his next words confirmed it.

[ SekaiIchiBang: You’re stressed. ]

[ Saintess: I don’t think I’m living a particularly stressful life… ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: That’s just your opinion. ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: You might be so used to it that you don’t even realize the stress is building up. ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: And when it reaches a certain point, it becomes sexual frustration. ]

[ Saintess: That might be true. ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: The problem can be solved by relieving that stress. ]

[ Saintess: How? ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: Smash things. ]

[ Saintess: What? ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: Smash them. ]

[ Saintess: Are you a gorilla? ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: Breaking a few things will help. ]

[ Saintess: I don’t think so… ]

[ Saintess: And there’s nothing to break. ]

[ SekaiIchiBang: Then smash your head. ]

[ Saintess: . ]