Chapter 19: HTSCF CH 018 How can I live without milk tea?

A/N: This is the official welcome to the smut—I mean, beastmen—arc! Special thanks to my friend Jeannette for betaing this smutty arc lol. Seriously. Also, major thanks to my readers who favorite, vote, and/or comment! Means a lot to me! ????

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In the forest, the sun was still blazing blindingly bright, the trees were still very tall and full of green and the sounds of many creatures were still very loud. Jun was still lying on the ground, very much alive, but lost in his thoughts. Having no memories of this world and waking up in some random forest, he was completely lost. Where should he go?

As for the remainder of the plot, as long as he avoided the protagonist and didn’t try to reunite with his tribe, he was presumably safe from any suffering they could cause. Now he just had to deal with the suffering of this world, though he had yet to see in what way it would appear.

This was when the ground started to shake. At first, he thought it was his stomach rumbling since Faye had been in the forest for a few hours now without having eaten anything, but that was not the case, as the shaking continued without pause. Jun sat up with much struggle. In the sky, a flock of birds in alarm could be seen fleeing. Small herbivores and even some carnivores were also running at him at their top speeds, none of them bothering to spare him a single glance.

Should he run too? Just as he stood up to join the crowd of running animals, he saw in the distance a dinosaur. Wait, a dinosaur? Not just any dinosaur but a Tyrannosaurus Rex at that? Jun pinched his cheek, hard.

|Isn't this the world of beastmen, System? What is a T Rex doing here?|

|Host, that’s not a T Rex, it’s a King colossal.|

|A what now? That’s clearly a T Rex.|

|Well, this world classifies it as a King colossal.|

|Why the fuck not just call it what it is?|

|In any case, you really should start running Host. Though you won’t die from this, you might suffer greatly!|

|I'm already suffering—|

Waking up to a throbbing headache and some major neck pain, now he had to run away. Good thing Jun was an expert in running away, having two worlds’ worth of experience. But the plot was persistent and instead of going after bigger, more meaty prey, the T Rex was fixated on chasing him and only him. It made no sense! Why was the T Rex choosing a cheap snack over a full course meal!?

|Run, Host, run!|

Motherfucker, he was running and had been doing so for many minutes now. His ribs ached and he was panting heavily, stumbling a little along the way while barefooted. The air rushing between his thighs was a strange feeling and he kept wanting to clench his legs. Most importantly, this body was awfully weak, or was it because he was a “female?”

|It can’t be that I can also have children?|

|Who knows, Host? You’re one of a kind in this world.|

|…|

|You sure like to “…” a lot, Host.|

|…|

Behind Jun, the T Rex was still giving chase, still ignoring the many other better prey in its sight. He guessed he must have looked particularly delicious or was maybe considered a rare delicacy. No, he just had a giant target on his head that screamed: abuse me, torment me, I need to suffer.

When he reached a cliff, Jun looked down to judge the fall, thought ‘fuck it’ and jumped. The world wouldn't let him die yet, so at the most, he’d have some broken bones. It was better than losing some limbs from being gnawed at.

As he fell, he heard what he surmised to be the angry roar of a T Rex and closed his eyes, hoping for the best. On the way down, he was slapped by some man-sized leaves, whipped by thick branches, and nearly strangled by some vines. All of this “cushioned” his fall and he was able to avoid breaking any bones, but his bruised body looked like that of someone who had just escaped some bad BDSM play.

“...”

Again, Jun found himself lying on the grassy grounds of the forest, his body in a much worse state, unable to move any longer. If another T Rex were to appear, he’d enter a state of constant near-death maybe. How much suffering was equivalent to 5 years’ worth? How was it determined?

Jun sighed and closed his eyes to sleep. Since the last world, he was a little out of it, and he didn’t understand what he was feeling. But he was unable to sleep, as the sounds of something large slithering through the ground could be heard.

‘What now.’ He thought.

Maybe if he played dead, he would be left alone since some predators enjoyed the hunt more than actual eating. That thought was wiped away when Jun felt something soft flick his cheek, tickling him. Flinching subtly, he peeked at whatever it was with one eye.

When he saw the head of a giant albino python, its golden vertical pupils meeting him, he casually closed his eyes and went back to pretending to be dead.

“You can stop pretending now.” A voice spoke.

Jun’s eyes snapped open and instead of a giant albino python, there was a tall man with long silky silver hair and golden eyes staring down at him, hands on his hips with an amused face. The python had disappeared and was replaced by a man. To think he was able to meet a beastman here of all places.

The man was also wearing a loincloth much like his and from his perspective on the ground, the large package was quite evidently visible. Jun blushed and turned away. This was Ezekiel and Theodore’s fault! Before he met them, he wasn’t interested in other men even though he was gay.

“What’s a young beastman like you doing here?” The stranger asked.

“Ah…” Remembering he couldn’t speak, Jun pointed to his open mouth and shook his head.

“Can’t talk?”

Jun nodded.

“I found you so now you’re mine.”

“…”

This sort of pickup line was familiar. Jun gave the man a doubtful look.

Without another word, the man picked him up and carried him away in bridal style. At least it wasn't Tarzan style. Was that better? Beastmen sure were amazing, at least the male ones. Compared to his early efforts with running, this man was having no difficulties gliding through the forest undisturbed and fast, just like a slithering snake.

They traveled for some time, roaming deeper and deeper into the forest until they arrived at a cave situated at a higher elevation than the forest ground, hidden behind some thick vines and foliage. The inside was surprisingly well lit, for there was a small opening at the top of the cave to allow light to filter in.

“Pretty nice, isn’t it?”

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Jun couldn’t do anything other than to nod. His current state was the result of poison so unless he found the poisoner and got the antidote or found the antidote himself, he was stuck since supposedly beastmen had no writing system. As for the antidote, he had no clue.

|Does your upgrade allow clues, System?|

|Nope.|

|Yeah, I’m not surprised.|

|Host! :(|

In the back of the cave, there was something akin to bedding, and Jun was laid down very gently. The man smiled at him and turned back to the entrance of the cave. “I’ll go find you some medicine and be back later. I’m Elior, by the way.”

‘Elior? … Eli? Theo?’

After saying so, he disappeared through the entrance. It was strange. For a male beastman, Elior didn’t seem to have retained any of his animal characteristics while in human form. Was he not a male then? And if Elior had heard Jun’s thoughts he would have coughed up some blood or stumbled into some bush after tripping over himself. Luckily he didn’t so all was well.

As he laid there, Jun found himself bored. He couldn’t talk, not that there was anyone to talk to except for the system. He couldn’t move, not that he would move anywhere at the moment since he had no idea where he was or where to go. Worst of all, he had no milk tea to ease his woes.

|I want to quit.|

|Do you really want to lose a memory fragment, Host?|

|No…|

|Besides, quitting isn’t allowed.|

|Or what?|

|… It just isn’t! You should try harder, dearest Host!|

Jun sighed. His nature was a lazy one, and he was the type to just let things happen. He had to wonder why he had ever been chosen by the system. Then again, wasn’t that type of thinking perfect cannon fodder material?

Hearing a rustling noise at the entrance, Jun turned his head to the side. Elior was back so fast? But instead of an albino python or a silver-haired man, what appeared was a great black wolf with crimson red eyes and blood dripping down from the corners of its mouth.

‘Oh great.’

When the wolf saw Jun, he was bewildered but this quickly disappeared the longer he looked and his mood soon changed into excitement. In a flash, the wolf shifted into a tall, muscular man with messy shoulder-length black hair and crimson red eyes. He was completely naked as he walked over to where Jun lay.

Unable to look away from that large phallus dangling between the man’s legs, Jun’s face turned completely red. The man crouched down beside him once he was close enough and took a deep inhale of Jun’s neck, his hair tickling him. The man seemed to shudder and moaned under his breath.

“Fuck, why do you smell so good?” Sweat formed on Jun’s face. Did he smell so good this person wanted to eat him? He was proven wrong when the man took a strand of his orange-colored hair and kissed it. “I’m Azazel. What’s your name?”

‘Azazel? It couldn’t be Azel? Zeke, could it?’

Again, Jun pointed to his mouth and shook his head. Azazel was a little disappointed. “Can’t talk?”

Jun nodded and showed a helpless smile. That was the life of a cannon fodder. If you’re not fucked, you’re fucked.

“Were you born that way?” Azazel asked while stroking Jun’s hair and playing with his little black cat ears. “Injured?”

Jun shook his head slowly, then paused and frowned. Did being poisoned count as an injury?

“Not sure?”

There was a hesitant nod.

“I’ll take you to see the Deer Tribe’s witch doctor later…” Then Azazel gently traced some of the scratches, marks, and bruises on Jun’s body. “What happened to you?”

How could he explain when he was mute? In a rare moment of brilliance, Jun thought of something. Though he wasn’t a genius at anything, there was one thing he was good at, and that was drawing!

‘Wait, how do I know this? I don’t remember…’

|This is what I meant, Host! You’re already starting to remember a little of who you are.|

Jun tried to sit up, but couldn’t and Azazel had to help him, which led to him leaning against the man’s bare chest. He tapped the man’s shoulder and pointed to his loincloth then the other’s bare and proud manhood.

“You… Want me to put something on?”

Jun nodded.

“Ok.”

Azazel helped Jun to lean against the cave wall in a sitting position while he went to another area in the cave to search for something to cover himself up with. Not long after, he procured a furry loincloth and put it on before returning to Jun’s side. During this time, Jun had been looking for something to draw with and found a sturdy and slim stick.

Seeing Azazel come over, he held the stick up and smiled while patting the spot beside him. “What’s that for?”

Jun displayed a writing and drawing gesture with the stick and Azazel seemed to understand. He held onto Jun’s waist to help him crouch and draw on the dirt ground near the “bedding,” and they started a game of Pictionary.

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A/N: For those of you that don’t know, Pictionary is a game that involves pairs versus other pairs. One person would draw without speaking and their partner would try to guess what it is they’re trying to say. Whichever team guesses right first win.

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