Stupid Nympho of a Priestess 2 - or 'How the hell did I get stuck with a woman as horny as this one?!' (Nymphomania Priestess + Other RPG games SI)
One would think that Yarizo's death would be ruled out as a mere homeless guy dying on the night streets- a common occurrence in medieval times.
Much to my surprise, there was a small procession for his funeral. I know, the man had told me that he had left many bitches around that would jump his bones due to his cock and worship the ground he walked, but to actually see a murder of crows- I mean, women wearing all black and sobbing their way to the local church sure was a shocking sight. Even more for Kohaku as she was quite clueless on what was going on.
"Uhm, Master?"
I blinked, trying my best to not stare at the dumb slut. "Yes?"
"Did someone important die recently?"
I nodded. "Someone important died, yes."
...
"Master-"
"Out with it Kohaku," I half-lashed out, causing her to tense up nervously.
"I... I wanted to ask if you know who died."
"It was Yarizo. From what I heard, someone attacked him from behind."
She gasped. "Mr. Yarizo? But he was a good person."
"He truly was, kind to the core," I added quietly and barely holding back a sob as a fat bastard was slain by a drunk yandere.
"A shame, a really shame," Kohaku hummed. "You know, Master. I had a strange dream yesterday."
"Before or after barfing dinner?" I quipped back, causing her to blush.
"I-I think before. I just remember being there with a knife and... and seeing a mean man wanting to steal me from Master. So, I saved Master by killing that mean man and I got many headpats."
I could see where the dream bit started, and I am glad the bitch forgot that this was some real shit. "Sounds like you have a lot of mental stress. How about you just go back to the inn and rest for the day (and maybe die while you are at it)?"
"But Master! What if you were attacked by-"
"Kohaku, this city hardly has criminals that could attack me and get even close to kill me. It's the capital of the kingdom, not a slum."
...
"Hehe, sorry Master. I am just a very concerned future wife."
"First, the concern is unwarranted," I interjected flatly. "Second, you are more like a burden than a future wife, remember that."
"Hau! Master is so cruel..."
And she was blushing at that clear response to my 'cruelty'. Yep, masochist to the core alright.
Still, I got this little blessing as she waltzed away from my sight and left me to free roam the capital without having her stalk my steps. Good news for once, but it was also not the proper time to laze about. If Plan Y failed, then I was going to rely on something I knew had to offer me options: Potions! The Capital had a renown potion maker that also worked as an alchemist. I heard of her the first time around by the local smith, the man saying that the woman was a bit odd, but that she didn't scam her clients.
So, without Kohaku around to scream and throw shit at me for talking with girls, I could get this little plan working and, hopefully, get rid of her for good. The trip led me close to the inn, but the priestess had already checked in from the looks of it. I wandered a bit west before entering the emporium where the local potion maker had set her house and shop.
Two things hit me the first moment I stepped inside the building: 1) A soft bell that signalled to the owner that a client was there; 2) A horrendous stench that made me gag.
I had to actually stop a moment to recoil in disgust at the strong smell. It was not something from this world, not when I had the unpleasant experience to see Goblins throwing poop at each other. That was actually worse than that terrifying scene. And soon I was given sight over the source of that foul odor: a pair of thigh highs that were drenched in sweat.
I wanted to say there was more to it, but it was clearly sweat. And it smelled so horribly that the things had to have been unwashed for a few weeks.
"G-Greetings," I mumbled, pushing forward as I looked up at the woman that was wearing the thigh highs.
The owner of the shop had this stoic look that just felt so unnatural as if her characteristic and primary expression.
"Apologies for intruding," I spoke up again, holding my palm onto my nose as I spoke. "I wanted to know if you could help me with a custom potion meant to either heighten or lessen sexual libido."
"..."
"Look, I am not trying to be a bad guy here, but I really need at least an answer. Would it be doable?"
She slowly nodded. That was a good sign.
"Could I buy one of those then? Maybe one to lessen libido?"
"..."
...
...
"Miss, are you alright?"
"...Yes."
"I think not," I replied flatly, and the girl merely blinked. "Also, what's up with not cleaning your thigh highs?"
She blinked again, yet she didn't give me the cold silence once more.
"Lazy."
I snorted. "Miss, that ain't a good excuse to skip cleaning up your feet and some of your clothes. While the stench you can ignore, I doubt you want to waste resources to heal some sickness you can prevent."
"...Sorry."
"Look, let's make a deal: I help you clean up these feet and prepare you a fresh pair of thigh highs, but you help me with this, okay?"
The Potion Maker held me with the same glance as usual, but soon nodded.
Fast-forward to her sitting at the edge of her bed while her used thigh highs were cast upon the chest with the rest of dirty laundry. The girl was truly not cleaning after herself. With a wooden basin at my disposal, some water and soup, I started to brush her feet clean while making sure that there were no sign of infection around her toes and the nails. Luckily for the violet-haired young woman, her feet were healthy.
Once I had these cleaned and dried up, I looked up to her. "See? How does it feel now that you are squeaky clean?"
"Good."
"Which is why you need to pay attention to these things because your priority should be yourself. If you don't clean up you will get sick and that's not good, right?"
"Yeah."
She was chattier now. I stood up, stretched a bit and nodded. "So, let's get back to business, shall we?"
The girl nodded again and we were back on the counter. It took very little to browse through the available potions, and the ones that she said could be used were all temporary. Not like I hadn't expected that possibility, but it disheartened me since this could easily backfire. I decided to scrap the plan until I could put my hands on a more tangible option in this regard.
"Well, at least it wasn't a futile visit. I hope you learned to wash up your feet when you are sweating up this much."
The potion maker nodded. "Yes."
"And remember to wash your clothes. It's a chore, yes, but you need to take care of yourself properly."
She nodded again. "Yes."
I sighed. "Look at me for a moment."
She did so.
"Are you aware your reactions are a bit slowed down?"
"I am aware of that, yes."
"...Is this a condition or did you drink a potion?"
"Condition," The girl admitted calmly. "Why?"
"Well, I wanted to know if you weren't tricking me or something. But I can tell you mean it... just don't get tricked back because of it."
She nodded. "Okay."
"Well," I hummed, turning around and starting to leave. "See you later, then."
"See you soon, daddy."
I wandered out of the shop and-
Stopped on the spot as I just realized what she called me and... yep, this place is insane.
I just shuddered and walked to the pub. I needed to get hit big time to get through this new development...
I am not just getting one right, am I?
AN
Meet Potion Maker. She is a bit... of an odd case.
