It was evening when she got back home. Nicole left the milk on the table and covered the pot with a piece of leather.
Now that I think about it, I hope it won’t spoil too quickly.
Soi wasn’t there, and Nicole’s gaze fell on the leftover flour.
Well, I guess it’s time to see if adding milk makes the flatbreads any better.
She repeated the process of making dough but this time added milk to the mixing pot. It made the dough softer and slightly less sticky. Using all the remaining flour, she formed a large round ball and returned to her improvised cooking spot. Igniting the bonfire with a flame from one of the nearby torches, she left the dough to bake.
Alright. Now I just need to figure out what to do with all these flatbreads I’ll start baking tomorrow. Should I find a merchant and try to sell them? Ugh, the lack of proper currency makes everything harder. And over time, people will stop seeing flatbreads as something new—their value will drop. Someone might even try to copy it or catch me making the dough. Maybe I should sell the recipe to the elders after a few days? They can do whatever they want with it—and maybe I’ll get something in return.
After a while, as the smell of baking filled the air, Nicole flipped the big flatbread over. She sat down beside the bonfire.
What next? I don’t want to stay in the village forever—and I need to find Annie too. But from what I’ve learned, the forest is way too dangerous. I’ll need a larger group to travel with. Also I will need proper shoes—my feet are killing me. And at least some decent clothes. I’m not even talking about armor yet. Fuck, there’s so much to do.
Lost in thought, the scent of fresh pastry grew stronger until it snapped Nicole out of her daze. She poured the leftover ocean water on the fire, extinguishing it, and set the flatbread aside to cool.
Also, I should try making soap. The videos on YouTube said hygiene was awful before people invented it. The locals seem fine, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a better way to clean myself. Wasn’t it animal fat or plant oil plus water and wood ash mixed with more water? I’ve got some ash here, and I’m sure Soi would lend me a bit of clean water and fat. She’s a huntress—she should have some. I could try speedrunning a small batch just to see if it works.
Nicole picked up the large flatbread, brought it into the hut, and placed it on the table. Glancing around, she noticed Soi’s bag. Inside, she found the Claripoth—a plant used by hunters to store water.
Next, she grabbed an empty clay pot and collected wood ash from the bonfire. Her eyes fell on some pieces of meat drying on a rope under the wall.
Nah, the fat’s too dried out now. It won’t work.
Just then, Soi walked in.
"Heyo, what’s that smell? Even better than last time!"
She was clearly in a good mood. Her eyes landed on the large flatbread on the table, then looked at Nicole with anticipation.
"Ohh, can I try it? Please?"
She’s in such a good mood. I wonder what happened.
"Well, I made it for you anyway, so no need to ask."
The catgirl tore off a big piece and took a bite.
"It’s even better! Nicole, how did you do this?"
"Heh, I’m wondering that myself. Anyway, listen—I need a piece of animal fat. Do you know where I could get some?"
Soi chewed thoughtfully.
"Hm, how big a piece do you need?"
Good question. How much do I even need for one bar of soap?
"I don’t know… about this big."
Nicole tore a chunk of flatbread roughly the size of a soap bar. Soi nodded and dashed out of the hut.
While waiting, Nicole started making the other component: lye water. She added the wood ash to a pot, poured in water from the Claripoth, and stirred with a thick stick until the mixture turned into a dark, murky liquid.
Soi soon returned, holding a white lump of fat.
"Here it is, Nicole!"
"Good, thanks. Do you have a knife?"
Soi pulled a small flint knife from her bag—its handle was simply leather wrapped around the stone.
A flint knife, seriously? But I don’t exactly have many options.
"Here, take it. I made it myself! Every hunter learns to make their own tools. It may not be perfect, but it gets the job done."
Nicole cut the fat into small chunks and placed them into a pot. Heading outside to her cooking station, she reignited the fire and set the pot on top.
Now we wait for the fat to melt.
Soi joined her, carrying a piece of flatbread. She broke it in half and handed one to Nicole.
"Thanks."
They sat in silence until Nicole felt a soft nudge on her leg. Looking down, she saw a familiar little furry creature—the same one from before. It looked up at her, clearly more interested in the flatbread.
She fed it bit by bit, gently petting its soft fur.
"Oh hey, it’s a Mimblin! They’re a sign of good luck. People say they only show up for good people. There’s an old story too, about how they were once ruled by a Mumblin prince. I’d tell you, but I haven’t heard it since I was a kid. You’d have to ask someone else."
Soi picked up the creature and hugged it, but it got startled by the sudden affection and darted off with a funny "Ieee" sound.
"Aw, why’d it run away?"
Soi sighed. Meanwhile, Nicole checked on the fat—it had become a pale yellow liquid. Satisfied, she added the lye water and stirred. The mixture thickened quickly, turning a pale gray-white.
Then came a small "Poti" sound. Nicole looked beside her and saw the Mimblin again. When she crouched to pet it, it leapt away, revealing a few dried leaves where it had been sitting.
I will consider this a thank-you gift from the little guy.
She crushed the leaves and tossed them into the pot. The soap mixture turned a soft green and gave off a sweet scent.
Right, I remember seeing soap with coconut milk in it. Breastmilk is different, but it should do the trick.
She fetched the milk pot and poured a bit into the mix. After stirring some more, she took the pot inside.
"Great. Now we just let it cool."
"So… what exactly is that? It smells and looks nice. Can we eat it?"
"No! Don’t eat it. It’s soap—at least I hope it is. You’ll use it while washing, and it should make your body cleaner. I’ll show you soon. But first—time for the usual training."
While Nicole began her workout, Soi started preparing tea using her small campfire kit. When Nicole finished, Soi was sipping from a clay cup. She poured another for Nicole and offered it with a smile. Nicole accepted and broke the last bit of flatbread in half, handing part of it back to Soi.
Ugh, white tea again. But she said it’s rare. It’d be rude to refuse.
"So, Nicole… I’m curious about where you came from. Could you tell me more?"
"Sure, what do you want to know?"
"You know, that night you got mad, you made it sound like sex is less common in your world. Is that true?"
Hm. That’s a tough one.
"Okay, look—back there everyone knows what sex is. It’s not some kind of a secret. But for a bunch of reasons, people don’t usually talk about it openly. You can’t just walk up to someone and ask for a quickie. I mean, you can—but they’d probably call you a whore."
"But why? Isn’t it just pleasure for both people? What’s wrong with that?"
"One of the reasons is religion. Some people believe in a deity that forbids sex for fun. Actually, that god forbids a lot of things."
"Then why follow that god? Our Merial doesn’t care—he wants everyone to enjoy life!"
"Lucky you. Anyway, come on. Let’s take a swim and test my invention."
The girls grabbed the soap and walked to the beach. Other villagers were swimming, just like the day before. Nicole placed the pot on a rock, undressed, and stepped into the ocean.
Still weird being naked in public…
She scooped some soap into her hands and lathered up. Bubbles formed, covering her toned body and always messy hair. Soi stared at her wide-eyed.
"What is that?! It looks weird. Does it hurt?"
Nicole laughed.
"Haha, no. It actually feels nice."
She rinsed off and emerged smelling sweet and fresh.
Soi, come here.
Nicole hugged her and whispered in her ear.
"Smell that? That’s my new invention—soap. You can try it, but keep it a secret, alright?"
Soi nodded excitedly.
"It smells so good! But why keep it secret?"
"Because it's valuable. I can't just give away the recipe for free. Here—try some. Just don’t get it in your eyes or mouth."
After Soi copied her movements, they swam and relaxed for a while. On their way back, Nicole remembered something.
"Hey, about earlier—you asked me about my world. People there often used sex toys. Like a stick for fun whien alone and other things. Are there similar things here?"
"Sure! But we don’t need them much. If someone wants pleasure, they can just ask someone for help. Makes sense that your people need toys if they're less open. Why do you ask? Want one?"
"Just curious. But better to have one than not, right?"
They walked in silence until Nicole asked again.
"Mind if I ask one more thing? Where were you after you walked me to Pock’s house? You were so cheerful when you came back—I wondered why."
"Oh, that? Remember I said my mentor let me go early? It’s because he asked me out after training. That’s it. But it was so good! We ended up fucking most of the time! Also I think you two would really get along."
In that moment, Nicole's heart skipped a beat.
Fuck. I hoped this wouldn’t happen so soon. I had this feeling in the back of my head... But knowing someone else slept with the girl I like? Makes me want to fucking vomit.
Nicole tried to look composed, even though it felt like someone had punched her in the gut—harder than ever before. As she walked, she took a few slow, deep breaths. The arousal that had been building in her since Rora’s milking was gone in an instant.
The girls arrived home and headed straight to bed. Soi said something, but Nicole didn’t hear it—she was lost in her thoughts. Lying in bed, her mind refused to rest.
I shouldn’t be mad at Soi. This is just how things are here. I’m the one clinging to ideas that don’t belong on this island, relics from my old world.
Funny. I used to be the one making guys cheat on their girlfriends. It even seemed fun sometimes. Maybe… maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Not that karma or any of that crap actually exists, just maybe I was more of a bitch that I should have.
But the suppressed lust began creeping back in. Her mind flashed involuntarily to what she’d seen at Pock’s house—Rora’s moans still echoed in her head. Nicole felt the wetness starting to return between her legs.
Ah, screw it. I already decided to try living by the locals' norms. If Soi and everyone else can enjoy themselves without guilt, why should I hold back?
Nicole glanced at Soi, who was already asleep, her long blond hair disheveled in all directions.
She got up, didn’t bother getting dressed, and left the house.
The cool night breeze surrounded her. Her bare nipples stiffened—partly from the chill, partly from arousal.
Let’s see how fast I can find someone to fuck. A speedrun for a dick, heh.
She wandered through the village, heart pounding. Inside, lust and excitement wrestled with something she couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t fear or discomfort exactly, but something felt... off. She stopped abruptly and took a deep breath.
Calm down, Nicole. It’s just the ghost of your past life holding you back. There's nothing wrong with wanting a little fun. It’s not like you were ever a prude. A quickie in a club bathroom was pretty standard for you. So why does this feel so strange?
She kept walking. Soon, she heard voices from a nearby hut. Creeping closer, she peeked through the square window hole. Inside stood a naked man and woman.
"Retika, seriously? How much more do you want from me? You said you’d spend the night if I got you that Escu fruit—for your brother. I stole it from my grandfather! And now you're acting like a bitch? Fuck you!"
It was hard to make out exactly what was happening, but a moment later, the girl turned and left the hut.
Drama. Nice. Maybe the guy won’t mind some company.
Nicole stepped into the window frame, fully visible. She leaned on it, making sure her chest was accentuated by the moonlight.
"Hey, I overheard a bit of that. What was that about? Mind if I come in?"
She climbed through the window, not as gracefully as Nicole planned to. Then leaned against the wall, arms folded under her chest, pushing it up slightly.
"Looks like someone got stood up. I'm Nicole, and I’m in the mood for a good time. Think we can help each other out?"
The guy stared, stunned. Nicole took a closer look at him—tall, lightly muscled, probably around eighteen. Black, shoulder-length hair. Her gaze dropped to his shaft—erect, large, and it's tip glistening in the soft light from outside.
"Uh... yeah. She just used me. I liked her for years, and when she finally said yes, she asked for an Escu fruit because her brother’s close to ascension and he—"
Ugh, save it. I just need to know if you’re game or not.
She stepped close, pressing her chest against him, and wrapped her fingers around his dick, whispering into his ear.
"Enough talking. I need someone to take care of me. Are you that guy?"
He hesitated, then nodded. "I... I guess. Better than nothing."
Nicole began stroking him rhythmically. "Oh, no. It’ll be better than anything."
She smiled. "One last thing—what’s your name?"
"J-Joreth."
Despite his build, his demeanor was timid—his cat ears half-flat, tail twitching nervously.
Nicole, on the other hand, knew exactly what she wanted. She knelt, kept stroking, then gave him a slow lick before taking the head into her mouth. She eased down further with each motion, his moans growing louder.
"Oh fuck..."
One hand fondled his balls while she worked his shaft with her mouth. When her lips reached the base, she felt the head press against her throat, her tongue swirling for extra stimulation.
"Ngh..."
Joreth tried to move his hips in sync with her. She stopped fondling his balls and used her free hand to pleasure herself, moaning softly.
As she picked up speed, she felt his cock twitch. She buried it deep just in time to feel him release. His cum filled her mouth—less salty than she was used to, with a hint of sweetness. She pulled away slowly, swallowed, and smirked.
Not bad. Actually better than most Earth guys. Though he came too fast.
"I never thought a blowjob could feel that good." he muttered.
Nicole laughed. "Then you’ll love the main event."
She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. His cock, still hard, was poised below her dripping entrance.
With one sharp motion, she sank down onto him.
"Ough..."
They moaned together. Nicole started to slowly move her hips in small circles. Soon she grew bored and leant forward, using her arms to lift her lower part up, just enough to make the dick almost slip out. And then went down again.
"F-fuck... this feels unreal. I’m gonna cum again!" Joreth gasped.
Nicole picked up speed. "Oh yes, that’s it!"
He climaxed again, thick warmth flooding her.
She didn’t stop.
Still hard? Perfect.
"Come on, John—or whatever. Best sex of your life and you’re lying there like a corpse. Move your hips. And where are your hands? Definitely not where they should be."
Joreth, panting, finally moved. His hands reached for her thighs, then her breasts, though her rapid pace made it difficult for him to keep up. He couldn’t match her energy.
"Alright, stop. Just lie there. You’re not much use for anything else. Pathetic."
She resumed riding him with ferocity. Her orgasm built, fast and relentless. With one final push, she came, hard.
"Ah... yyeaah..."
Panting, she slumped forward, chest heaving, sweat glistening on her skin. Shivers pulsed from her core in waves.
After a few minutes, she collapsed beside him on the bed. Their mixed fluids dripped from her, and her tangled ginger hair clung to her skin. She didn’t care.
Nicole closed her eyes... and fell asleep.