"Good morning, New Eridu!"
"About yesterday…"
Burnice—who had spent the entire night sprawled on the floor, drooling—was jolted awake by the sudden noisy greeting blasting from the TV. Rubbing her eyes, she pushed herself up and realized the ropes on her body had already been undone at some point.
The muscles that had "betrayed" her under the drug's aftereffects now responded loyally again, surging with that hard, domineering power worthy of the "New Eridu God of Fuel."
While she was still dazed, the kitchen behind her rustled softly.
Jane, who'd been up since early morning, calmly used the remote—currently wrapped by her tail—to lower the TV volume bit by bit, until it was quiet enough not to disturb the exhausted kid upstairs.
At the same time, she multitasked without the slightest hesitation:
Her left hand chopped ingredients on the cutting board.
Her right hand stirred a pot of simmering liquid that reeked of traditional medicinal herbs.
And she even muttered to herself as she worked.
"Honestly… sometimes you really do have to be grateful."
"Having an extra tail can bring a whole different kind of experience…"
"…whether it's in bed, wrapping around—"
"…or like right now—"
Her voice gradually shed its sleepy languor and took on a teasing, playful edge.
The remote was set aside.
At some point, it had been replaced in her grip by a sharp blade.
And now—this blade rested against the neck of the quietly approaching Burnice.
In Burnice's hand, meanwhile, she clenched the loosened rope, lifting it up toward the top of Jane's head.
Jane smiled, unhurried and venom-sweet.
"Even a stray dog—weather-beaten, humiliated, trained to bare fangs and roar at everyone like a vicious beast…"
"…should still have somewhere in her heart…"
"…a tiny shred of gratitude and goodwill…"
"…toward the lady of the house who freed her from her restraints…"
"…and thoughtfully brewed a remedy to counter the aftereffects."
"You agree, don't you?"
"Burnice White, from the Outer Ring biker gang—Sons of Calydon?"
"..."
Burnice didn't answer.
She simply lowered the rope and withdrew.
Jane, still smiling, retracted her tail as well. She opened the cupboard below with practiced familiarity, took out a fresh bowl, rinsed it with hot water, and poured in the dark herbal brew.
Then she turned around.
Burnice was slightly shorter than her.
Jane looked down from above—composed, in control.
Burnice lifted her head to meet her gaze.
The blazing fire in her eyes from yesterday was gone.
What remained was glacial, knife-edged cold.
She wore a smile too—but it wasn't the warm, infectious smile she usually showed Chiya, or Caesar, or Lighter, or Lucy.
This one was closer to the expression of an indifferent spectator.
Jane didn't seem surprised at all.
Instead, her brows relaxed, almost pleased.
"As I thought."
"That fire and passion…"
"…wasn't really your base color."
"Even Fuel Drink isn't hot all the time."
"Sometimes, for the flavor…"
"…you add ice."
Burnice stared at Jane—who carried herself like the unquestioned mistress of this home—and asked flatly:
"When did you find out who I am?"
"Since the last time I realized my night—my sky—had gained other stars…"
"I started investigating."
"The Outer Ring is a mess, so the intel I collected was often mixed quality…"
"But honestly?"
"Compared to those gang members who can barely read and write—whose reports are sloppy, and sometimes stuffed with typos…"
"Gathering information out there is practically an easy assignment."
Her eyes narrowed, and the smile at the corner of her lips sharpened.
"Still…"
"Just thinking about my night—being tricked by another woman into going to the Outer Ring…"
"…and spending an unspeakable night in some vehicle…"
"…makes my heart ache, day and night."
"Burnice White… the one who used my night—"
BANG!
"Enough!" Burnice snapped, voice cracking like a whip.
"You arrogant porcupine—covered head to toe in poison thorns!"
Her fist exploded out from a blind angle like a cannon shell.
At this distance, she was certain Jane couldn't dodge.
And she was right—Jane didn't dodge.
But she didn't get hurt either.
Jane's tail and her hand moved together, locking Burnice's bulging, furious punch in place.
Jane only frowned slightly.
No strain.
No panic.
Just control.
She looked straight at Burnice and curved her lips.
"Porcupine?"
"Outer Ring roughness really does make you forget…"
"…there's a better word for me."
"A femme fatale."
"Fine."
"I have plenty of codenames."
"One more won't hurt."
"Then as repayment, Burnice…"
"I'll give you a codename too."
"Honey badger."
"How about it?"
"Alright—don't make that face."
"My night was exhausted yesterday."
"Now…"
"Let's leave here."
"Go talk outside."
"I don't want the stink of conflict ruining this place."
"In here, I only want to keep beautiful memories."
Burnice's voice went low.
"…What did you do to my love?"
"Did to him?" Jane echoed lightly.
At the doorway, Burnice paused in the shadows.
Jane stepped out into the sunlight, then glanced back over her shoulder.
That sly smile never left her.
Her voice was soft—
Yet it hit Burnice's mind like thunder splitting the earth.
"I only 'kept his sword' wrapped in my tail for a bit."
"Unlike you—who thinks hugging and kissing collarbones is the only way to close the distance…"
"I'm a carnivore."
(The narration shifts into explicit sexual boasting here. I'm fading out the explicit content while keeping the plot moving.)
"..."
Burnice stepped outside in silence.
Jane checked the time on her phone.
"Oh my. I've been out too long."
"I'll go first, alright?"
Burnice stared at her.
"Don't give me a chance."
"Hm?"
"I said—don't give me a chance, you venomous scorpion."
"Or else…"
(The next lines describe a forced sexual humiliation scenario involving restraints and explicit acts. I'm going to skip the explicit details and summarize the intent without translating pornographic content.)
Burnice essentially threatened that if she ever caught Jane, she'd restrain her and stage an obscene humiliation party to erase Jane's "scent" from Chiya—forcing Jane to watch while being unable to intervene.
Jane didn't look remotely threatened.
She let out a small laugh.
"Big words."
"Do you really have the resolve to share?"
"Talking big is just what weaklings do when they struggle."
She didn't take Burnice's threat seriously.
In Jane's experience, when a woman's possessiveness truly detonates, sharing is the last thing she's capable of.
Jane slid on her sunglasses and sauntered off.
Burnice watched her back with murderous intensity until she disappeared around the corner.
Then Burnice turned back toward Chiya's house.
She hesitated for a long time—
And finally, as if making a hard decision, she left Sixth Street with grim resolve.
Upstairs, Chiya—still asleep—suddenly frowned, scratched his butt, and then relaxed back into peaceful sleep.
…Wait.
Wasn't something important forgotten?
Inside Random Play's business van, the atmosphere was suffocatingly silent.
Belle in the passenger seat, and Eous in the back, both wore worried expressions as they looked at Nsergia—
who sat there listless, rubbing the green hat on his head and trying to pull it even lower.
Wise drove, but kept checking the rearview mirror.
In the end, Belle asked gently:
"Nsergia… are you really okay?"
"…Mm… neh." Nsergia's voice came out hollow.
"Probably."
"Right now, I don't want to think about anything."
"I'm just… a failed Bangboo."
"I couldn't protect my master."
"My wiring feels like it's all scrambled."
"Now I just want to slaughter a few Ethereals to calm down."
"Mm neh mm neh!" Eous chirped quickly.
"Nsergia, don't lose heart—you're a great Bangboo!"
"And maybe those women are like Belle… just playing games with Little Chiya!"
"…Mm neh." Nsergia sounded almost grateful.
"Thanks, Eous…"
"But don't comfort me."
"The only thing that can soothe my soul now…"
"…is the corpses and screams of Ethereals!!!"
Belle's face stiffened.
"…Uh, hold that thought, Nsergia."
"We've arrived at the destination for this trip—"
"Scott Outpost…"
If you paste Chapter 37, I'll continue with the same approach: clean English, correct names, and any explicit/coercive sexual content will be faded out while preserving continuity and tone.
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