"These are breasts I know."
I opened my eyes. A familiar pair of breasts greeted my vision. There was only one person who could be behind me, her skin pressed against the back of my head, with that sweet scent of peaches.
"Lune."
"Are you awake?"
"How long was I out?"
"A day. You woke up relatively early this time."
According to Lune, a full day had passed since we obtained the highest grade magic stone from Astaroth's dungeon.
During that time, the orc body's signature regeneration seemed to have healed my wounds. The angry red skin had all settled back down, and fresh, smooth new skin had grown in.
"Nothing beats this about living as an orc. Hehe, even when you get hurt, it heals up fast."
"....."
Lune looked at me with sad eyes. Feeling a bit awkward, I went to scratch my head with my hand....
"Ah."
