The crackling sound of the Burning campfire seemed exceptionally clear.
Skirk looked at Amber, who was soaked through with clothes clinging to the curves of his body (although he was still clothed, his silhouette was fully revealed after getting wet), and then recalled that the violent jet of water from just a moment ago had been sprayed by her herself…
A massive, indescribable sense of shame and guilt instantly engulfed her!
“S-sorry!
I didn’t mean to!
I really didn’t mean to!”
Skirk apologized in a flustered and incoherent manner, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep red that spread all the way to her ears, even staining her neck pink.
If her toes were just a bit more dexterous, she could have clawed out a whole new Celestia.
“It’s over, it’s over!
I just met him and I’ve already blasted my savior like this!
Will he think I’m some kind of pervert doing this on purpose?
System!
Help!
I’m socially dead, ahhhhh!”
[…
]
The system was silent for two seconds, then emitted an extremely subtle electronic sound,
[Host, this ‘greeting gift’ of yours…
is quite interesting.
This system has gained a new understanding of your ability to cause trouble.
( ﾟ ∀.
)]
Amber was also stunned by this sudden “water attack.”
He wiped the water droplets from his face, shook his wet hair, looked down at his dripping clothes, and then looked up at the silver-haired Damselette opposite him, who was blushing furiously, at a loss, and whose eyes were darting around (completely afraid to look at his body).
To Skirk’s surprise, Amber wasn’t angry.
He was stunned for a moment, then let out a “pfft” of laughter, his smile still bright and sunny, tinged with a bit of helplessness and amusement.
“Wow!
What…
what a huge splash!”
Amber’s voice was slightly damp, yet remained full of vitality.
“It’s okay!
I just worked up a sweat fighting, so I’ll just take it as a shower!
It’s just that…”
He tugged at the wet clothes clinging to his body, looking slightly troubled,
“I can’t travel while soaking wet like this, I’ll catch a cold.”
He looked around and saw the campfire still Burning in the center of the camp, his eyes lighting up: “Aha!
I have an idea!”
Amber walked to the campfire very naturally, completely unconcerned about the stranger (who had just soaked him through) standing next to him.
He nimbly gathered some scattered, dry firewood, making the fire burn brighter and more steadily.
Then, under Skirk’s gaze, which was so shocked it was nearly catatonic—
Amber very generously, and without the slightest hesitation, began to take off his soaked jacket and shirt!
“We’re both girls anyway, it’s fine!”
Amber said matter-of-factly while nimbly unbuttoning his clothes, his tone as natural as if he were discussing the weather.
Soon, he took off his soaked red jacket and the white shirt underneath, revealing…
uh, a Damselette-style undergarment.
His healthy Wheat-colored skin glowed warmly under the flickering firelight, revealing his well-proportioned and energetic body lines without reservation.
He wrung out his wet clothes and then casually draped them over a makeshift rack made of branches beside the campfire to dry.
The firelight reflected off his youthful profile and wet brown hair, creating a picture with a kind of wild, unpretentious beauty.
Skirk: “!!!”
She felt the temperature of her cheeks had soared to the point where one could fry an egg on them!
Her brain CPU had reached complete overload and burned out!
She didn’t know where to look!
Look at the campfire?
Look at the sky?
Look at the sleeping Hilichurl on the ground?
None of it seemed right!
Hilichurl: I also think it’s not right, isn’t this our camp?
Amber’s natural and vibrant posture was just too much of a shock for her, someone wearing the skin of a mature woman but possessing the soul of a (former) straight man inside!
“Don’t look, don’t look!
You’re way too casual!
Even though we’re both girls…
but…
but…”
Skirk was screaming internally, her eyes darting around like a spinning top gone haywire, her cheeks so red they were about to bleed.
She felt like a peeping tom, but she couldn’t control herself…
Fine, she did sneak several glances, and then was even more dizzy from the impact of that vibrant beauty.
It’s all Amber’s fault!
Making her face turn red and her heart all aflutter.