Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?

Read Online Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? by Fujino Omori - Free Book Online Page A

Book: Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? by Fujino Omori Read Free Book Online
Authors: Fujino Omori
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Ads: Link
was our mistake that let the Minotaurs escape! That boy had nothing to do with it! And stop drinking! Learn some respect!”
    “Oh-oh! You elves and your pride! But yeah, what’s in it for you to protect that piece of shit? Saying it’s our fault, you’re lying to yourself! Just to keep your pride! Trash is trash! What’s wrong with calling it what it is?”
    “Hey, hey! That’s enough! Bete, Reveria, relax! You’re killing the mood!”
    —tick, tick, tick
    “Eh, Aiz! What did you think about him, the pathetic piece of shit who was shaking in front of you? Do you think he deserves to stand at our level, as adventurers?”
    “… I don’t blame him for acting the way he did under those circumstances.”
    —tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
    “Why you acting all Goody Two-shoes? Okay then, I’m changin’ the question. Him or me—who’s got it going on?”
    “… Bete, are you drunk?”
    “Shut it! Now, Aiz! Choose! As a female, which male wags your tail? Which male makes you hot?”
    —tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
    “… I have no reason to answer that question, especially to you, Bete.”
    “You’re absurd…”
    “Quiet, hag!… Well then, what if that piece of trash came up to you, said he liked you, would you take him?”
    “… Hm.”
    —tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
    “Of course you wouldn’t! Why would a tiny kid who’s so weak,feeble, and all-around nauseating have the right to even stand next to you? There’s no way he’d measure up!”
    “A tiny kid could never land Aiz Wallenstein!”
    I stand up, the chair flying backward.
    I tear my eyes away from their table and make a break for the door.
    “Bell?!”
    The street is jam-packed with people and buildings, but I don’t care. I focus on getting away. Someone is calling my name, but it’s just sound to me now.
    It’s really dark out, but I don’t care. I’m gone.
    “Bell?!”
    A young waitress pursued a boy’s shadow as he burst out of the bar in a full sprint. Some of the other customers realized something had happened, but it was so fast that no one really knew for sure what was going on.
    Confusion spread through the main floor of the bar.
    “Did someone just dine ’n’ dash?”
    “At Mommy Mia’s? The guy’s got guts, that’s for sure!”
    Bete and the other adventurers in the corner table ignored the rest of the patrons’ comments, but Aiz stood up.
    Her well-trained eyes shot through the crowd and caught a clean look at the shadow just before it got away.
    A thin body with white hair.
    Slightly downcast ruby-colored eyes shone from under the bangs—just like the boy from yesterday.
    Could that be…?
    She shuffled her way to the front of the building and leaned on a pillar in the entrance to look outside.
    Looking to her right, all she could see was the back of the young waitress as she ran into the crowd on Main Street.
    The boy was nowhere to be seen.
    Bell…
    She mouthed the name that the young waitress yelled into the night.
    For whatever reason, she heard his name more clearly than the voices of her comrades currently tapping on her back.
    “Oi-oi, Aizuuu, what’cha doin’?”
    “……”
    A woman had left the table and now stood behind Aiz. She wrapped her arms around the blond girl’s body. The woman pressed her hips into Aiz’s backside and took a squeeze, body and breast. Aiz lost her breath for a moment.
    If this person had not been the goddess Loki herself—or a woman at least—she would have been quickly dealt with. Aiz held herself back, unable to just throw her off.
    However, she didn’t have to put up with it. She grabbed the arm coiled around her stomach and drove her elbow into it. Loki stepped back a bit in surprise, giving Aiz enough space to spin around and bury her palm in the goddess’s cheek.
    “Chee, ya’re feisty! Ya don’ look it at all, Aizuu!”
    “Hands to

Similar Books

A Map of Tulsa

Benjamin Lytal

Shadowkiller

Wendy Corsi Staub

Paupers Graveyard

Gemma Mawdsley

Unlucky 13

James Patterson and Maxine Paetro