Silence hovered between us.
The blue-haired femboy kept staring at me like I was the final boss of a nightmare dungeon, his body trembling slightly as he murmured something under his breath about an orc.
An orc who was obviously not me.
…Right?
"A-An orc… u-uses magic…" he whispered, eyes wide. "I need to tell the others…"
He tried to stand, but the moment he pushed himself up his legs betrayed him, wobbling like overcooked noodles.
"Ghh… I'm not a fucking orc," I snapped, already feeling my dignity crumble into dust.
"T-then you might be—" he stammered, his face somehow turning even paler.
"A-a-a… D-D-DEMON!?"
"I'M A HUMAN!" I barked.
He blinked at me, clearly unconvinced.
"B-but your face is just—"
He suddenly stopped talking, clamping his mouth shut like he had just realized he was about to insult a possibly dangerous creature.
But I already knew what he meant.
I rubbed my temple.
"If I were a monster or a demon, you'd be dead already. I just saved your life and this is how I get treated? Wow. Incredible. Truly a touching moment."
The boy looked at me again, still hesitant, like he was trying to solve a very confusing math problem.
"S-so… you're really a human?"
"Definitely."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"R-re—"
"I told you fucking yes," I said, cutting him off before he could start another interrogation round.
I stepped a little closer and offered my hand.
He hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure whether trusting the "not-an-orc, not-a-demon" stranger in front of him was a good life decision. Eventually, though, he reached out and placed his hand in mine.
I pulled him up easily.
He was surprisingly light.
But that was not the part that caught my attention.
Up close, his features were even more delicate than I first thought. His legs were slender and pale, smooth and well-shaped, the kind of legs you would expect to see in a fashion magazine rather than in the middle of a forest. His waist was narrow, almost fragile-looking, flowing naturally into slightly wider hips that gave his figure a strangely elegant balance.
His face was small.
Cute.
And honestly… ridiculously beautiful.
His hands were small too, soft and almost feminine in appearance.
No.
If I were being honest, he looked more feminine than most women back on Earth.
Then my gaze drifted lower.
And there it was.
Between his thighs, beneath the light robe, there was a subtle but unmistakable shape that confirmed what I had already suspected.
Definitely not a woman.
While I was busy staring like a malfunctioning statue, he noticed my gaze and gave me a strange look. His brows furrowed slightly, like he was both confused and mildly concerned about whatever calculation my brain was currently running.
"What are you looking at, Or—" he paused awkwardly, correcting himself mid-sentence. "…I mean, human?"
Then, suddenly, another ping rang out from the floating screen.
[SYSTEM]Quest Completed: Charm has been added to your screenBonus Points: 10
I blinked at it. Okay, so that's how this works. Bonus points… probably for boosting power stats or something else useful. But charm? Man, after that little humiliation earlier, I definitely needed a boost in that department. Luck was finally on my side.
I barely had time to think before something else on the screen caught my attention:
Name: Elias RoudefPower: 14 → 14Endurance: 8 → 10Magic: 2 → 78Mana Sensibility: Extremely HighBlessing: Giving All by the *****, according to Chapter **/****Skills:
• Origins of Magic
Wait… magic? 78? I was pretty sure it had been 2 before. That's a massive jump. I still didn't understand the rules of this world, but… wow. That's insane.
Anyway.
Now, back to the immediate problem. The extremely, ridiculously, frustratingly arousing femboy was still right next to me, swaying gently like he owned the forest. And I was sitting here, feeling like my insides were on fire, and trying really hard to pretend my shorts weren't screaming their own story. My was so hard that it started to hurt.
I mean… come on. Was it normal for people here to sway their hips like that? Because if it was, I was probably going to lose my mind before breakfast.
I cleared my throat, trying to act like a calm, rational human. "Uh… what's your name, by the way?"
"…Alyas. My name is Alyas," he said cautiously, giving me a side-eye as he spoke.
"What's yours, Or—uh, I mean… whatever," he added, clearly flustered.
"My name is Elias," I said, exasperated. "And don't call me Orc. I'm a human—for the hundredth time."
He blinked at me, a little apologetic. "Oh… sorry. It's just… this is the first time I've seen someone as… as…" He hesitated, searching for words.
"Someone who looks like this?" I prompted.
He nodded slowly. "Y-yeah. Exactly."
"Hmmm… so you're saying there's no one else who looks like me in this world?"
"Of course not," he whispered. "You'd probably make women faint just by showing your face."
I arched an eyebrow. "And what about… femboys like you? Are there a lot of them?" I asked genuinely curious.
His face twisted into a confused expression. "Femboys? What… what's that? I mean, I'm a male… so… what's this femboy thing?"
Yes.
Exactly the way I imagined it. A world of femboys and women.
I screamed silently inside. My heart was racing, and a tear of pure joy threatened to slip from my eye.
Finally… finally, I was in the perfect kind of fantasy.