Here we go again.
Opening my eyes. What I first saw was.
An old hag.
This was the worst I woke up in after a nap.
Seems like I was left with her care, seeing as I'm currently inside an old wooden shack.
I used the dice to ask it a question.
'Location.'
A mini map suddenly popped up in front of the old hags face.
It was definitely hard to focus on the map. Especially if the red dot signifying where I am is located right up her nose.
Her face reminds me of Rudolf. You know, the red-nosed reindeer.
I tried to not bother with her and wanted to patiently wait for the fairy to arrive. HOWEVER.
Is it just me or is this old hag trying to annoy me to death by rubbing my cheeks as if I was a doll.
I can't stand how she looks at me.
"Old Hag."
The old lady looked sideways to find the location of the voice.
"Who's calling?"
As she was distracted. I moved her hand away from my soft baby cheeks.
Rubbing my own cheeks. I can't really deny why she was so obsessed with touching it.
I mean. Its so soft.
But. That doesn't mean she could do whatever she wants with it. Not without my permission.
"Hey Old Hag. I'm over here."
Retracing where the voice was coming from. The Old Lady saw a baby standing on its own two feet, arms crossed and with a grumpy look on his face.
"Didn't you see I was uncomfortable with you touching my cheeks?"
The Old Lady was too stunned to speak.
"Answer me Old Hag. Did I give you permission to rub my cheeks all you want?"
Well, if she were a beautiful lady with a big melon. I sure wouldn't mind.
But this time. Its different. Its an unknown Old Hag who looks like she's at her deathbed.
"Hey. Did you not hear me?"
The reaction I saw on her face. It was the very same frightened expression the fairy had expressed beforehand.
What came next? It was the most generic way of fully expressing it. Not with words but with actions.
That's right. She passed out. Her mouth looks like a bunch of clouds. Filled with bubbly saliva.
'Damn. I did it again.'
I tried to act normal, but I just couldn't help it.
I mean. Who in their right mind would just watch someone destroy your angelic cheeks?
Definitely not me. I can't have one of my assets destroyed in my early years.
I still have plenty of uses for it. Like. Getting some beautiful and bountiful ladies.
I died a virgin, so it's only natural to have this kind of thought process.
Now that I think about it... If we were in a town with a bath house... Can't I sneak in the women's bath????
Hehehehe... Just the thought of it makes me eager to reach our destination sooner.
I mean. I'm just a baby. They wouldn't send me to the battlefield and actually let me lead the frontier with those busybodies. Right?