Succubus' Life in Another World

Chapter 22: The Admired Stagecoach, the Unusual Reality

Weve lost the unpleasant stares when we left The Abyssal Forest. Although, since the moment we left the Dungeon we were showered with gazes of curiosity, it may have just gotten mixed in among them. But theyre probably watching us from inside the dungeon. For some reason, I just have that impression.

Theres a maintained highway between The Abyssal Forest and Motsi, and everyday a lot of adventurers come and go. Among the merchants, its even considered to be the safest highway. Despite being well past sundown, theres still wagons commuting through it. The monsters appearing near the highway have been completely hunted by adventurers for their daily income, and if any bandit tried their luck here, the adventurers here and there would come in to capture their new source of money.

And even if an adventurer thinks of assaulting merchants and other adventurers, this place is filled with adventurers, so even an idiot wouldnt even attempt doing that kind of stuff. In reality, they say that the last time anyone died on this highway was more than ten years ago. There are people getting wounded more or less, but it seems that even among them, none have gotten injuries serious enough to have any after-effects.

Nn~? Mn~? Whats wrong? Well umm My, butt

Right now, were riding on one of the wagons going through the highway. Departing only three times a day, this coach travels back and forth between Motsi City and The Abyssal Forest, it is the so called stagecoach. We didnt make it earlier this morning so we couldnt ride it, but on the way back we somehow managed to make it on time.

Walking home is fine too, but since its here, I wanted to try riding one. By the way, since were riding because of my own whim, Im shouldering the fees. In regards with money, after receiving my Guild Card yesterday, I had the guild buy off the bears and stuff that I hunted on the mountain where the bandits lived. It sold for quite the price, so frankly Im a bit loaded right now. It was also at that time when my Dream Storage was seen, mistaken for Storage Magecraft, and caused rumors about me to spread out. But, well, Ill just think of that as a necessary sacrifice.

I got a bit derailed. but well, for that reason, were riding on a stagecoach, but this wagon is super shaky. Though I say its a maintained road, its just a coach with neither rubber tires nor suspensions treading down on a more or less flattened road. Thats pretty natural. And although the coach does have proper seats, theyre just thick wooden boards. Which are obviously hard. And are obviously not cushions. It looks like Uranias used to it, but my butts screaming in pain for a while now. Each time the coach shakes, the echoing vibration feels like my butts being slapped by tons of people.

Its amazing how youre just fine, Urania. Its nothing if youre used to it. Is that how it works? Isnt it?

Even if you tilt your head like that, your replys not helping me, you know? Rather, that gestures really too cute. With how I look now, wont it look perfect on me? No, never mind. Before thinking about whether itll be cute or not, I cant imagine who Ill be doing it for. For now, if its for Urania, I might do it, but I really want Urania to do it for me. The one doing it and the one its being done for is really important, see.

Then how about doing it to other people? You may ask, but first of all, men are out of the question. Theres really no point acting cute to some guy, right? So then the girls. Lyshas out, since she does have a boyfriend. Arisa? Out of the question, okay? The Owner Nn~ maybe if she was ten years younger. Ah, Petra. Right, if I get a chance, doing it to Petra might be good. From her appearance, shes probably in her early twenties. From how she looks, she seems to be a human, so I can probably expect that her appearance isnt any different from her mental age, right?

Ah, speaking about ages, it seems like people think Im about twelve to thirteen years old. While its true that Lily has a baby-face, she does have some nice breasts, so thats pretty much impossible. Is what Id like to say, but It seems like the reason I appear younger is my mannerism, or rather the way I speak. In Grimharts words, I look like A child imitating someone shes intimate with, either her father or mentors masculine tone. Knowing that the way I speak is the reason everybodys looking at me with a pleasant expression, I ended up squirming in embarrassment for a while.

Well, I dont really plan on changing the way I speak, though. Its something that I finally got after revising it in the past after all, and a habit formed over the years is quite difficult to correct. When talking to someone older than me, I can talk polite-ishly to some extent, but I dont like talking in a stiff tone too much. I do plan to at least follow the TPO1, though.

By the way, Urania, like my (established) age, is fifteen years old. Urania also looks pretty young for her age, but it seems like the reason for that is that shes growing slower compared to her peers. Including the Dog Ear Tribe, it seems like all Demi-humans originating from animals basically mature early. At ten to twelve years old they start having strength no different from an adult, and at about fifteen to twenty their strength reaches its peak, being able to display the most power they can in their lifetime.

However, Urania was born prematurely, and even though shes already fifteen years old, it seems that she can only exert strength comparable to a seven to eight year old child. Thats probably one of the reasons why she hasnt joined a party until now, but I didnt ask for the details. If Urania doesnt want to talk about it, then I dont see a reason to forcefully ask. Besides, in exchange for being physically weak and unable to play outside, shes read a lot of books and built up her knowledge, making Urania the best partner for me.Th/e most uptodat𝓮 n𝒐vels are published on n0/velbj)n((.))co/m

Nn, were arriving soon. Just endure it for a bit more. Finally

Unable to endure the coachs shaking, I spread out my palm under my butt and somehow mitigate the pain. Still, with this my palms are slowly starting to go numb. The next time we ride one, Ill definitely bring a cushion. Promising so to myself, I stare at the slowly approaching Motsi.

1. A japanese made acronym meaning Time, Place, Occasion. Sometimes used to draw attention to a situation or experiance that was inappropriate or worth noting.