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◈ A Gacha Addict's Life in Fusionpunk ◈
Chapter 43: Boy meat girl (2)
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1.
A woman lay curled into a ball inside the suitcase.
Looking closer, I saw she was not merely curled up.
A straitjacket held her in that position.
I never expected a beauty enjoying bondage play to pop out of a suitcase abandoned in a place like this.
Even Cedric was startled.
“What the hell is this?”
Her pale peach-blonde hair looked like cotton candy. She looked about Arbel’s age.
By the petite-or-voluptuous binary, she leaned closer to petite.
Her doll-like features were dreamily beautiful.
“Hm. She's got the face to conquer a nation.”
A woman like that, curled up inside a suitcase, made the composition seem rather criminal.
No, wait.
Once you put a woman in a straitjacket and cram her into a suitcase, it was obviously a crime.
“Human trafficking?”
I cautiously reached out and held a finger beneath her nose.
She was as cold as pork belly fresh out of the fridge.
Yet she was still breathing.
“Could this be a surprise for me from Brother Yiming? Did I get the information wrong?”
As I struggled to make sense of it all.
Ding! Ding!
A notification rang out.
“Oh, fuck, you scared me!”
Fuck! I had not wiped off my mascara, so a feminine-sounding exclamation slipped out.
When I checked the unread Status Window notification...
[ Fated Encounter effect activates! ]
[ You have encountered a key figure in the scenario! ]
Fated Encounter?
✧ [Fated Encounter]: The chance of encountering key figures in the scenario ▲greatly increases▲!
Was this it?
It was one of the Premium Fever benefits.
Compared to the others, it had not seemed intuitive enough to consider until now.
And this was the first time the effect had actually activated.
If it had appeared now...
“This girl's a key figure?”
I looked into the suitcase again.
The nameless girl's unreal beauty caught my eye once more.
That sort of otherworldly aura was one of a mage's defining traits.
Cargo left unattended for a whole month. No one had cared for it. She had been imprisoned in a box as cold as an icebox.
Yet she was breathing and alive in conditions that would have turned an ordinary human into flash-frozen candy.
And what I wanted most right now was to revive Arbel using the blood of a True Progenitor.
Then...
“Could you be... a True Progenitor?”
Was this not too much to call coincidence?
Could the Status Window really provide that much plot adjustment?
“...Nah. No way.”
I soon dismissed it.
Think about it logically.
Twilight Resource Development's lifelong wish was to train a True Progenitor.
And there was a True Progenitor in cargo the Gold Carp Family had discarded and abandoned?
Not even under strict guard, either. There was not a single guard here.
“Probability: 0.1%.”
Unfortunately, the Status Window I had received was not that convenient.
Still, just in case...
Let's see. According to Yiming, True Progenitors were vampires, right?
“Patient, say ah.”
Like giving medicine to a puppy, I gently lifted her soft lips.
“...”
Her long, pointed fangs drew my attention.
They were not merely crooked teeth.
They were sharp animal fangs, as if she belonged to an entirely different species.
“...Is this for real?”
2.
She showed no sign of waking even when I tried, so I took the whole suitcase home.
It had to weigh at least seventy kilos with the suitcase included.
But that much weight was no problem for me now that my circuits had awakened.
As I said before, simply awakening one's circuits naturally gave physical capabilities comparable to a Level 1 augmentation.
“Phew...”
So the beads of sweat forming on my chin were not from exertion.
I was just fucking terrified.
Objectively speaking, this was a very good situation.
The plan I had been considering to clear the Premium Route was to kill Arbel, then revive her as a vampire using a True Progenitor's blood.
Knowing that vampires in this world had no side effects besides a mild urge to drink blood had made it an even more viable option.
The key phrase was “blood of a True Progenitor.”
But that blood was far from ordinary.
‘Even before being sealed, the True Progenitor was a Rank 7 mage at the pinnacle of life-aligned magic.’
‘As a vampire, even a single drop of their blood holds boundless magical potential.’
With one drop of that blood, it was possible to inject it into an already dead corpse, turn it into a vampire subordinate, and bring it back to life.
Or, like Project Z, it could be diluted one in two million and used to turn hundreds of thousands of humans into ghouls.
‘However... Even while sealed, a True Progenitor retains a powerful binding power over their own blood. As far as I know, even Twilight Resource Development can only release and freely handle a tiny amount of it.’
‘I have never seen it myself, either.’
That was why the difficulty of farming it had felt comparable to getting my hands on a nuclear bomb.
But now...
I had picked up a True Progenitor.
And I had not even shaved.
Paradoxically, that luck made me even more nervous.
“Fuck... What are you trying to pull this time...?”
One thing I had learned while living in this world:
If Cedric was having a lucky day, stay on guard.
It had happened when I hit the Universal Coin jackpot in gacha.
It had happened when the Premium Route appeared.
The Status Window was like a classmate who got insanely jealous whenever I did well.
“But is there any guarantee she's a True Progenitor?”
Could this really be such a convenient development?
What if she was just a mass-produced vampire?
Then again, I had received the Fated Encounter notification.
“Should I draw some blood and let Arbel drink it first?”
Then...
Click. Click. Click.
Like something out of a horror movie, the suitcase locks opened by themselves.
Clack!
The suitcase flew open before I could stop it.
The thing curled up inside opened its eyes.
Her eyes moved slowly, as though she had not fully shaken off the haze of waking.
Deep red eyes whose depths I could not fathom.
The instant I met her vertically slit pupils...
“Ghk...!”
I understood why mongrels pissed and shit themselves when they met a dogcatcher.
Prey instinctively understood.
They knew the being before them was an absolute apex predator.
Click. Click. Click.
The fastenings on the sturdy-looking straitjacket came undone by themselves.
No, no, you cannot just take that off all of a sudden...
Freed from her restraints, she slowly rose, covering herself with her flowing pale peach-blonde hair.
“Art thou the one who hath disturbed my long slumber?”
Above heaven and below heaven, I alone am supreme.
Her arrogant voice struck my ears, as though every living thing in the world lay beneath her feet.
I knew instinctively.
Fuck... This was real!!!
When she had been lying still, she had only looked cute. The moment she opened her eyes, though, she radiated pressure greater than that insane Samurai Bitch, Kisara.
There was no room for doubt.
Without a moment's hesitation, I dropped to my knees.
Time for the King Injo style[1]!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
“O great House Head of the Tsukimiya Family! A lowly human pays homage to the one and only Red Moon!”
Was this the aura of a Rank 7 mage?
Should a creature like this even exist? My body shook like an aspen tree.
“Bring forth attire worthy of my station.”
Her voice was high, yet filled with dignity and charisma.
“Yes!”
Attire meant clothes, right?
She looked about the same size as Arbel, so...
I quickly fetched the qipao I had received from the brothel and the golden panties Yiming had given me.
“I have brought them!”
I respectfully presented them with both hands, then immediately prostrated myself again.
Fwish!
A faint rush of air sounded, followed by searing pain in my left ear.
Blood ran down my earlobe.
The tip of my ear had been torn off as though a rat had gnawed it.
“Have you lost your mind? You dare put the vulgar clothes of those Three Families scum on this body?”
Why the fuck not?! They were pretty!
That was valuable clothing only the aces of the red-light district got to wear!
“J-Just grant me a moment, and I shall go out to find new clothes...”
“Shut thy mouth, human.”
“...”
Okay. I immediately understood why she had been overthrown and sealed.
She was completely insane.
“Why is this fabric like this? Didst thou tear it from a corpse?”
“I never imagined I would be granted the honor of receiving my mistress so suddenly! I humbly beg your forgiveness!!!”
“Hmph. To think the place where I opened my eyes after so long would be this pathetic.”
Despite her complaints, I heard the soft rustle of fabric as she dressed.
“I grant thee permission to raise thy head.”
When I lifted my head, the True Progenitor was looking down at me, wearing a qipao with excessively high side slits that showed off her slender legs.
She looked displeased with every part of this situation.
The panties flew into my face.
“You dare offer this as underwear? Dost thou take me for a fool?”
It seemed she particularly disliked the Gold Carp Family's treasured child's sheer panties.
“The crime of failing to serve me properly merits ten thousand deaths... Yet the air of this mortal realm is quite refreshing after so long. I shall show mercy, so do not take this grace lightly.”
“Your mercy is boundless!”
It seemed I had somehow gotten through that.
This was seriously confusing.
What the hell was happening?
Still, sudden or not, I had to keep my head straight.
The being before me was not merely a True Progenitor.
She was both the key to clearing this iteration and a being with more than enough potential to ruin my first run.
Whether Twilight Resource Development went into an uproar over the True Progenitor's disappearance...
Or why such an incredible True Progenitor had suddenly appeared from cargo abandoned by the Gold Carp Family...
Those were things I could think about later.
“Still, thou hast thoughtfully prepared a meal.”
The True Progenitor's mutter broke my train of thought.
She smacked her lips while looking at Arbel.
Her expression was enough to make saliva flood her mouth.
Come to think of it, this bitch was a vampire.
No! Do not you dare eye her! Arbel's mine!
I hurriedly bowed my head and spoke.
“Mistress, please drink my blood instead.”
“I have no interest in the blood of a lowborn male.”
“That woman is my sister. She is on death's door and taking medicine, so her blood will not taste very good.”
The True Progenitor raised an eyebrow as if to say, “How dare you talk back?” But after examining Arbel, she readily nodded.
“Indeed. She does not look fresh.”
“Right? It will ruin your appetite.”
The True Progenitor walked toward me and crooked a finger.
“Offer thy neck.”
Her fangs gleamed especially sharply.
This was suddenly a little scary.
What if she sucked me dry until I died?
“Bend thy knees further. Art thou not too tall?”
The True Progenitor lightly smacked my forehead with her palm.
This rude bitch, seriously.
“Mistress, this is all well and good, but... you are not planning to drink until I die, right?”
“Hah...”
Instead of an answer, her fangs sank into my neck.
It did not hurt as much as I had expected.
But the movement of her soft lips and tongue, wriggling as though she were licking the wound, was strangely sensual.
Her breath tickled my neck.
The True Progenitor smelled faintly of disinfectant.
Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...
It sounded like someone drinking a Capri-Sun.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
It sounded as though thick liquid was being swallowed down her throat.
Slurp... Sluuurp...
Maybe it was because of the blood loss, but I was getting drowsy.
I was sleepy...
But how long was she going to keep drinking?
Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...
“Excuse me?”
I tried to gently push the True Progenitor away.
But she did not budge.
Slurp... Sluurp... Sluuurp...
“Excuse me? At this rate, I am going to die from blood loss.”
When I finally tried pushing her forehead, she clung to me like a cat glued to a squeeze treat, eyes wide open.
Even as the corners of her eyes were pulled sideways, she would not let go.
Sluurp! Sluuurp! Sluuurp!
Stop, stop, stop, stop! Fuck, how much are you drinking?!
“I am dying! I am seriously going to die like this!!!”
Only after I shouted at the top of my lungs did the True Progenitor pull away.
“Tsk. What a whiner for a man.”
She wiped her mouth and replied curtly.
“For a man... Burp! Thou hast offered thy blood to me, so consider it an honor to thy family.”
“...”
Could you not at least say you enjoyed it?
The small burp she let out midway seriously pissed me off.
Anyway...
At least I had filled her stomach.
And people were happier when they were full.
They said judges handed down more lenient rulings after eating, too.
A vampire had to be the same.
Would this not be the perfect time to ask whether she could revive Arbel, or beg her to do so?
“Why art thou standing there blankly?”
The True Progenitor snapped at me like a drill sergeant berating a confused recruit.
“Yes?”
“My meal is finished.”
So what, bitch? Did she want me to brush her teeth for her?
“What about dessert?”
“...Pardon?”
“Where are the mochi and matcha?”
Mochi and matcha, my ass.
This was Necropolis! You fucking lunatic!
I swallowed my rising anger and spoke.
“Mistress, would you prefer strawberry mochi or red-bean mochi?”
I had to save Arbel first!
Footnotes:
[1] King Injo style: alludes to King Injo's humiliating surrender to the Qing in 1637, making Cedric's groveling deliberately excessive.
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