Chapter 123: Having Departed, I Swear to Maintain an Onahole Ban and Do a Classic Medieval Journey [2 Hours Since Onahole Ban Began]

Esty was indeed waiting outside. Her hood was pulled deep over her eyes, so I could only see the lower half of her face, but she was carrying a large basket full of goods on her back. No mistake.

"Good morning, Esty-san."

"Yes, yes. Good morning~ Oh? What’s this?"

Shepa trotted over to Esty and brought her nose close to the exposed skin under the hood, sniffing intently.

Sniff sniff, sniff sniff.

She does that to me all the time too.

Hm?

But her tail isn’t wagging right now. When she sniffs or licks me, it spins like it’s about to fly off.

It might be normal dog-girl behavior, but sniffing a stranger on first meeting is probably rude, so I grabbed Shepa’s shoulders and pulled her back.

"Come on. You have something to say first, right?"

"Good morning!"

"Correct, but close. A little off."

"Ehh?"

Shepa twitched her nose and ears, raised her gaze, and thought for a moment.

She seemed to figure it out instantly — her ears perked straight up.

"Hello!"

"Too bad. Two wrong answers, so you lose your chance to answer. The correct answer was ’introduce yourself.’"

"Introduce yourself!"

Clench.

Shepa made a big fist-pumping reaction as if she finally understood.

...

...Hm?

"Shepa. Go on, introduce yourself."

"Introduce yourself!"

After saying it cheerfully, Shepa pressed her throat against me as if asking to be praised, rubbing up against me. Dog girls usually hug while looking at my face, so the short Shepa and Petit Letree end up pressing their throats against me. Her tail was wagging happily side to side.

By the way, she doesn’t have any noticeable chest bulge yet.

Wait... did she just treat "introduce yourself" as a greeting?

"Not ’introduce yourself’ — tell Esty-san your name."

Shepa finally realized her mistake, stepped away from me, stood up straight facing Esty, and raised her right hand.

"I’m Shepa!"

"Nice to meet you. I’m Esty. Masharu-san, what kind of play was I just forced to watch?"

Esty gave a wry smile.

"She has a good nose, so she should be useful on the journey. She’ll be coming with us."

"That’s fine, but we’ll be walking a lot. Is a child going to be okay?"

"Well, she’s a dog girl so I think she’ll manage. If she gets tired, I’ll carry her on my back."

"I see. Then shall we get going? First we’ll head straight west until we reach the old highway. That’s the direction the sun sets."

"Understood."

We exchanged brief greetings and started walking.

There are no roads on the north side of Montvant — only the south — so leaving from the north gate meant I had no idea where to go. I don’t know if this world’s latitude is higher than Japan’s, if the planet is smaller than Earth, or if the axial tilt is different, but the sun was high in the sky, making "west" hard to judge.

Back in Japan I had a vague sense of direction, and with so many buildings it was easy to tell where the sun was from the shadows. I could figure it out without thinking too hard.

But in this world, I didn’t even know if the north gate of Montvant faced true north, slightly east, or slightly west. There was no North Star either, so I couldn’t tell real north or south.

Therefore, even though I knew our destination was west, I had no choice but to follow Esty’s back.

"Waa~!"

Shepa immediately dashed ahead. After running about 50 meters, she started spinning in circles, going right and left. She must have found a grasshopper or butterfly. When we caught up to within 10 meters, she took off running west again.

"Hey~ If you run around that much you’ll get tired and won’t be able to walk!"

"I’m fine~!"

I wonder about that. Shepa seems like the type to burn through her stamina quickly. I’ll probably end up carrying her. In that case, I’ll legally get to feel her thin, barely-there 14-year-old chest against my back while touching her butt and thighs. Even if they’re flat, pressing against my back should still let me feel some softness.

I want to avoid making her suck me off to recover stamina as much as possible. It’s not right to make an innocent 14-year-old tomboy give blowjobs. During this journey I’m staying on onahole ban. I’ll do my best!

I swear I’ll enjoy a classic medieval fantasy adventure without doing anything erotic at all.

After walking for a while, once the city gate was no longer visible even when we looked back, Shepa finally calmed down and walked beside me. She was lightly sweating, which gave her a healthy kind of erotic charm. She’d look great in bloomers or spats.

We’d only been walking for maybe 30 minutes, but the moment the starting point disappeared, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to stack dirt blocks and put a torch on top.

Many Japanese RPGs have impassable mountains and seas on the early world map, so the player’s path is basically a straight line. You almost never get lost. But in open-world games the map is so big you easily get lost.

I don’t want to get lost, so when I go far from my base in Minecraft I always stack dirt blocks vertically with a torch on top as a landmark. Especially at night, the light is visible from far away, so it’s convenient.

Probably every player eventually figures out this dirt-tower-with-torch method even without looking at guides. It’s standard. You see it in every play video. Height is key. A visible landmark from far away is really useful.

But around this wasteland I’m walking through now there are only scattered short trees — no landmarks at all. I might already be unable to walk back to Montvant.

Aah... I want to build unnatural artificial structures out of dirt...

I want to repeatedly jump and place dirt blocks under my feet, climb high, then get confused about how to get down...

But for now, I’ll trust Esty-san.

I spoke to Esty’s back as she walked ahead.

"We can’t see Montvant anymore, so you can take off your hood."

"What do you mean?"

"Esty-san, you’re a fox beastman, right?"

"Huh?"

"Wait, you’re not? You wear the hood to hide your fox ears, don’t you?"

"No, I’m not?"

Huh?

There was no acting in her voice. She just seemed mildly confused that I suddenly said something ridiculous.

"Are you being cautious because you might get captured if people find out you’re a beastman?"

"Well, if I were a beastman, I’d be wary of humans. A fox would sell for a high price. But aren’t you worried about being tricked by a fox?"

"Ah... In fox tales (a 12th-century French collection of stories), foxes trick chickens. I guess in every country and every era, foxes have a reputation for tricking people."

"Hmm. I don’t have any value as a sex slave. Under my mantle and robe I’m naked, so even if you strip me there’s nothing valuable. There’s no reason to trick me..."

"If you say that, I wouldn’t be interesting as a sex slave either. I don’t have much of a chest."

"But you’re hiding your tail, so your butt looks plump."

"I have a big butt."

"Hoo~, sexy."

"I’ll charge you, but do you want to touch?"

"I don’t have money. Can I trade for jerky?"

"No can do~. Dried pork versus a young girl’s fresh, juicy meat — they don’t compare."

Saying that, Esty took off her hood.

Boing.

Beautiful triangular fox ears popped out, shining golden in the sunlight.