"Urrgh... I still feel nauseous..."
"S-Sorry! I got a little too excited without realizing...!"
After being paraded around the streets riding on Urga’s shoulders—a ride I never asked for—I had no choice but to dutifully act as her navigation system until we reached our destination.
"Originally, I planned to go to a big café, but there were too many people watching us there too..."
"D-Do you want to grope my tits?"
"You really shouldn’t say things like that here..."
"...You say that, but would you care to explain why your hands are twitching?"
Entering a famous franchise café on the main street while already drawing everyone’s attention would have been practically begging for people to stare at me.
So, I hurriedly changed our destination from the large café we originally intended to visit.
We navigated through the back alleys of the city together. It was only after we entered this secluded café, where foot traffic was scarce, that I could finally put an end to that hellish race.
"Next time, at least give me a warning beforehand..."
Bzzzzzzzt-! Bzzzzzzzt-!
"Hiiiiek?!"
Suddenly, the vibration bell on the table began to tremble violently, signaling that our drinks were ready.
Urga, who had been thrusting her chest out as if daring me to touch it, must have been genuinely startled. She recoiled back with enough force to nearly shatter the back of her chair.
"It’s just a notification device. Why are you getting so scared?"
"W-Who got scared?! I’m not scared at all! It’s just... I was surprised because I thought you were suddenly reaching for my breasts!"
She certainly has a glib tongue for someone who dragged her chair back so hard she might have fallen over if there wasn’t a wall behind her.
Even as she spat out those excuses, her face was flushed red, as if she knew how ridiculous she sounded.
"Anyway! This time, it’s definitely your fault, Big Sis."
"Hmph, what did I do wrong! I didn’t do anything wrong!"
"..."
She refuses to lose a single argument.
Is being startled by a vibration bell that embarrassing?
I told Urga, who was snorting in a way that looked clumsy to anyone watching, to wait a moment. I approached the counter and picked up the ordered drinks.
Jingle~
The clerk greeted a new customer opening the door but flashed an awkward smile at me, making my face burn for no reason.
"What’s that?"
"This is the lemonade I ordered, and this is your coffee."
"Coffee? What’s that? I thought it was like... black tea? Something like that."
"...They didn’t have any."
"Liar!!"
It is a lie. In fact, there was clearly a category labeled ’TEA’ on the menu. But I felt mischievous because she had carried me here on her shoulders, so I just ordered the most standard Americano.
A steaming hot one, at that.
"Besides, people around here actually drink this coffee more than tea."
"Well, that part doesn’t sound like a lie..."
"Can you even tell the difference?"
I spoke with the same straight face, so how does she know what’s a lie and what’s the truth?
Anyway, Urga obediently accepted the coffee I handed her. As soon as I finished speaking, she puffed out her massive, voluptuous breasts and snorted.
"I have my ways! Do you think there’s anything I don’t know about my Darling? Ahem..."
"Hmm... Ah, and that’s hot, so drink it slowly—"
"Ah, hot?!"
"..."
Should I have just not said anything? Urga, who had been smiling sheepishly to herself, took a big gulp of the coffee and immediately let out a shriek.
Since I had half-expected this, I handed Urga my lemonade, which had ice cubes floating in it.
"Schluuuuuurp! What is this? Why is this one cold?"
"It’s cold because I ordered it cold, right? Originally, yours is coffee and mine is an ade."
"...What kind of logic is that? Anyway, I’m confiscating this!"
"Eh?"
What kind of tyranny is this?!
I hurriedly tried to retrieve the lemonade that Urga was loudly sucking on—schlupp—but in that short moment, she had already drained half of it. She giggled and took her coffee back.
"More importantly, this is sour? It’s all fizzy and popping, while mine is just bitter."
"Lemons are a fruit that is naturally very sour. Should I buy you one later when we go grocery shopping?"
"Really?!"
At the thought of going grocery shopping, Urga sucked on the coffee again, looking excited just by the idea.
Of course, watching her expression rot in real-time was quite a sight.
"Ugh, why is this so bitter? Is it rotten?"
"Tea and coffee are originally a bit bitter. People say they drink it for the aroma or whatever, but I don’t really get that either, so I ordered this."
Then, as I deliberately sucked on the lefover lemonade right in front of her— slurp—Urga glared at the innocent coffee while grinding her teeth.
It looked like she was dying to steal mine again.
But perhaps she thought she couldn’t ruin her ’leisurely life as a civilized person’ just because it was bitter. She took a sip, ptui, took another sip, ptui-ptui, drinking her coffee with a strange rhythmic pattern.
"If it’s bitter, put something in it. Like syrup or sugar."
"Syrup? I roughly know what sugar is, but what’s syrup?"
"It’s something you add to coffee... hmm... how should I explain it? I’m not sure exactly, but you can just think of it as liquid sugar."
"Is thaaat so~?"
So, that means I can add something sweet like honey, right?
Tak. Urga set down her coffee, then slid her arms together to push up her breasts, resting them on the table. She glanced under the table and began to giggle mischievously.
Not a chance!
I immediately stood up from my seat to avoid Urga, who was smiling insidiously like a cat. I left the table and asked the clerk at the counter for the location of the restroom.
"What! Where are you going?!"
"Restroom."
"Hey! Don’t run away!! You coward!!"
"I’ll be right back, so stay here for a moment, okay?"
My Darling must provide fresh semen to this Urga!
Of course, she didn’t actually say that. But just as Urga could distinguish my lies from the truth...
Having lived with Eleonora, the incarnation of lust, for so long, I could read the predatory beast in her eyes seeking to devour my lust.
++++++++
"Tch, he really went."
Urga threw a light fist-potato gesture at Rafe, who was giggling at her from the mirror despite her desperate plea. She then leaned her body deeply back into the chair and sipped the coffee placed in front of her.
At first, she screamed because it was hot, but now, touching the cup, it felt lukewarm. Perhaps appropriately warm?
Gulp. A mouthful of coffee passed down Urga’s throat.
"Ehh...so bitter."
Is this coffee stuff supposed to get even more bitter when it cools down?
Judging by what Rafe said earlier about feeling the aroma or whatever...
It doesn’t seem all that different from drinking tea, practically speaking.
"...Bitter."
She tried sipping it a few more times, but it was still bitter.
Why do people drink this stuff? The more she drank, the more annoyed she got. It was truly the worst beverage imaginable.
Naturally, her eyes drifted to the lemonade sitting all alone on the empty seat across from her.
Especially since, just a moment ago, a drop of lemonade was trickling down from the tip of the straw that had been in his mouth. Drip. Watching it, she couldn’t help but salivate.
Just as there is the saying ’sweet and salty,’ doesn’t it make sense to eat something sweet after eating something bitter?
Anyway, that’s how it is!
Urga glanced out the window and reached her hand toward the lemonade.
But at that moment.
Screech!
"..?"
The man in the suit, who had entered earlier when Rafe went to get the drinks, stood up from his seat. Urga, who was about to aggressively suck down the lemonade, blinked her eyes at the man whose eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.
Then, she spat out a word. Tsk.
—Excuse me, perhaps...
"What the fuck. You’ve been staring at me like a piece of shit for a while now."
Perhaps flustered by Urga suddenly hurling insults before he could even properly speak, the suited man hesitated for a moment before quickly pulling a business card from inside his jacket.
—Ah, haha... I work for the City Hall’s Harmful Beast Control Unit...
"Don’t know who you are, don’t care. Fuck off, bitch."
’Harmful Beast Control... Did he say that’s the place that gets rid of goblins and stuff?’
Looking at him, he seemed to be one of those ’Hunters’ or whatever Rafe had mentioned. But Urga’s interest in him ended right there.
The man in the suit was diligently talking to himself, but Urga’s entire focus was fixed on the leftover lemonade Rafe had been drinking.
The man, unaware, continued to passionately babble about his position and what he did and where.
Cough!
Seeing Urga ignore him, he finally let out a fake cough right as she was about to take a big suck from the straw, as if he had timed it.
"...Did you not hear me?"
—Ahem, please listen without misunderstanding. I didn’t come for that sort of business. Our city is looking to recruit capable Hunters for the new Harmful Beast Control Unit...
It’s a lie.
"If you’re going to flap your lips about a recruitment offer, you should have calmed your fucking heart down first."
Liars have different characteristics, but a representative sign is an irregularly beating heart while speaking.
"And do you think I wouldn’t notice your damn eyeballs are glued to my tits while you spout these fancy words about recruitment?"
Maybe it would work on others, but did he think he could utter such obvious lies in front of Urga, the Warrior of the Cold and a master huntress?
Listening to this guy talk, he was blabbering as if he had just met her here by chance.
But Urga knew. This shameless human had been following them since the crosswalk where she had hugged Rafe, even before she gave him the ride.
Yes, she had known from the very beginning.
Urga pondered what to do with this man who was making noise beside her, then gently set the lemonade back down on the table as if a good idea had occurred to her.
Thinking his sincerity was finally shining through...
The man in the suit saw Urga looking at him and assumed she was starting to take an interest in his story. He slightly closed the distance between them.
—So, just in case of an emergency, could I possibly get your contact number...
"If you’re going to try and pull a move, go do it somewhere else. I’m a woman with a husband."
—Huh?
The noble Grey Wolf spoke to the man with a tone as cold as the frozen tundra she had lived in.
"Did you think I wouldn’t know? Long tongue, short wit. Just say it straight. You’ve been peeping at me this whole time because you want to fuck me, haven’t you? Why? Now that I’ve laid it out for you, you can’t do it?"
—What? No, excuse me, that’s...
The man was flustered. Of course he would be.
He approached with dark intentions, but the female he was targeting turned out to be a mate already claimed by another male.
How embarrassing must that be?
Urga sneered at the man inwardly.
Now, what will you do?
Will you act like a male and try to steal me, or will you tuck your tail and run?
Of course, there was absolutely zero chance she would spread her legs for another male, but honestly, it was extremely unpleasant.
He must have clearly seen her acting affectionate with Rafe just moments ago.
And she had even graciously told him she was a woman with a husband.
How could he be so shameless as to try and hit on a mated female?
The thought of just killing him filled her mind, but Urga quickly erased such violent thoughts for the sake of her male.
"Well, whatever. A real male should be able to steal the female he targets. That’s what makes him a male, right?"
Urga then deliberately crossed her arms, pushing her breasts together to emphasize her cleavage.
She wasn’t just doing it to provoke him.
When she was talking with Rafe earlier, this man, who had been pretending to be indifferent, showed a moment of faltering composure exactly when she was pushing up her breasts like this.
It meant: I already know everything, so just speak your true intentions.
Also, she intended to smell Rafe scent again, checking if the lustful odor he emitted while doing perverted things in the clothing store earlier was still lingering.
However, despite Urga’s efforts...
Unlike a normal civilian like Rafe, this man seemed to gain confidence from the fact that he worked for a government agency.
—Ahem, y-yes! To be honest, the moment I saw you... I fell in love at first sight!
"Oh?"
She knew that feeling.
Because that was exactly how she felt when she first saw the male currently in the restroom.
That ’love at first sight’ thing.
Urga jerked her chin as if telling him to continue. Since it had come to this, the man whose name she couldn’t even remember decided to say everything on his mind.
—And... I thought it was a waste.
"A waste?"
—Yes, it may be rude to say, but honestly... for a beautiful woman like you to be with a man like that...
"Whether you’re better or worse than my husband is something to be determined later. So, what? You’re saying you want to try and take me? Is that it? Then say it straight.
Ah, for the record, think carefully before you speak. This is a question of whether you can handle a woman like me. The moment you give a light answer, I’ll rip your fucking head off."
Urga finished speaking and slowly uncrossed her arms that were supporting her breasts. Only then did the man in the suit freeze in place, witnessing her healthy, muscular arms and the extraordinary pressure that had been hidden by her massive tits.
He realized too late that he had failed to walk the line properly, overcome by a moment of excitement.
At the same time, he was crushed by the intimidation pouring out of her.
"Speak. I don’t like guys who pull out. That’s why even when I have sex with my hubby, I never let go of his waist until he shoots his load deep inside my pussy. I’ll say it again: I don’t like holding back."
—T-That’s, um...
Right, he couldn’t answer easily.
How dare he try to thrust his cock at a female who already has a male?
Of course, it was partly because he realized he had made a grave mistake upon seeing Urga’s blatant disgust and directness.
But Urga, who had lived her whole life in the wild, simply thought he was trembling in fear of getting beaten up.
After about 10 seconds of silence from the unresponsive bastard...
Urga sighed softly. Towards the pathetic male who was practically begging for a lethal prescription, she slowly reached for the sunglasses on her face.
And then—Whoosh!
"Hey, you little shit! I’m asking you a question, aren’t I?! ANSWER ME!!!"
—Hiihiiiieeeeek?!
Simultaneous with throwing off her sunglasses, Urga grabbed the man by the collar and roared like thunder.
Her fierce eyes and sharp teeth, hidden until now, were revealed as a solitary beast roared.
The transparent window, intended to let people look inside, rattled violently against the sudden arctic gale.
It was no exaggeration to say that everything in the café—except for the chair and table the warrior woman was sitting on—expressed their fear in their own way.
Even the objects were reacting like this; could a man who faced her aura head-on possibly be okay?
Urga shoved the man, who had instantly rolled his eyes back and fainted, onto the floor. Thud. She put her sunglasses back on and let out a snort of hot breath.
"Fucking bastard. I asked if you could handle me. Just because you think you’re something, you try to wave your dick at a pussy that’s way out of your league?"
She kicked the completely unconscious man with her foot, rolling him out of the way as if he were an obstruction to traffic.
Passing the counter where the employees were trembling in fear, Urga exited the café. She looked annoyed.
She glared once more through the café window at the guy she had knocked out, huffing and puffing. Then, following Rafe’s scent, she muttered to herself.
"I can’t take it anymore... I need to eat my Darling right now!"