In a medieval fantasy world (How original idea!), we recount the story of the mage Lucy in her adventures and misadventures...
Lucy, a slightly clumsy mage, failed in her last quest and was expelled from her adventurer party. Lucy was heading towards the small town of Kampgard along the brick road.
"Aw!" Lucy sighed, downcast. "They didn't even give me my share of the treasure," Lucy lamented to herself.
"And here I was hoping to buy some new underwear. This one is a rag. Maybe I could sell it to some pervert for a good price," Lucy thought determinedly.
Lucy continued along the rustic road, feeling confused and conflicted.
'This robe of mine is quite short, and any wrong move could reveal my worn-out underwear. Imagine if I meet the love of my life wearing this underwear? I don't know if it'll be my lucky underwear or if I'll die of embarrassment. But I, Lucy Starfield, being the eternal optimist, am determined to be the number one mage. To achieve fame and fortune, never to work again. And finally, to marry a handsome nobleman with plenty of gold.' Lucy wondered in delusion.
Lucy began to drool, and as she passed through the town market, people looked at her with a mix of pity and hatred. Some were even afraid. But most just pitied the foolish Lucy.
"Hey! Foolish?"
The narrator doesn't apologize for telling the truth.
"You imbecile," the foolish Lucy retorted, teasing the narrator. Upon arriving at the adventurers' guild, Butterfly Wings, Lucy made her way to her friend Sally, who was working at the counter of the guild's bar.
"Oh, Lucy," Sally sighed, concerned. "Another adventurer party removed you, didn't they?"
Lucy cried and hugged Sally, pouring out her heart. "Why? I think I chose the wrong class," Lucy sobbed, resting her head on Sally's ample bosom, which prompted Sally to hit her on the head with a mug.
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"You're showing your worn-out underwear and drooling over my breasts, you pervert!" Sally scolded Lucy. "We don't have any more groups this month. You're in a negative balance of 125 gold coins."
Lucy looked into Sally's green eyes and could tell that this time her blonde, angel-faced friend was serious.
"No more loans?" Lucy asked with puppy-dog eyes.
"No more loans," Sally confirmed. "Until you pay me back, Lucy," Sally continued with a sadistic laugh. "Your body is mine," Sally said and started to laugh.
"No! Anything but that, Sally. I beg you," Lucy said, sobbing and clinging even more to Sally's ample body.
"If being a pervert had a stat, you would already be at maximum level, Lucy," Sally scolded Lucy and pushed her away.
"If I had those boobs, I wouldn't even need to be a mage to marry a rich husband. What an unfair world," Lucy thought.
"The pink butterfly costume?" Lucy asked, wiping away her tears.
"The pink butterfly costume," Sally confirmed, looking firmly at Lucy.
"Who used it last time?" Lucy asked, fearful.
"Sam Rottinham," Sally said, struggling to hold back her laughter.
"The rogue from the sewers!?" Lucy exclaimed indignantly. "I'll have to take an antidote potion."
"No potions until you pay me back, Lucy."
"Your boobs are bigger than your heart, Sally," Lucy grumbled as she headed behind the counter.
As she climbed the stairs of the guild, our heroine with small breasts but large buttocks compared herself mentally to Sally. She had black straight hair and fair skin like snow. Sally wished she had a bigger butt, while Lucy wished she had larger breasts. I wished for a strong drink now. Meanwhile, some adventurers ogled at Lucy's skirt from below, the foolish... I mean, unsuspecting Lucy. Sally glared at everyone as if her eyes were ablaze.
"Get back to your drinks, you pervert!" Sally scolded, and everyone promptly focused on their mugs.
Lucy descended, wearing the filthy pink butterfly costume, clutching the tavern sign. She held it as if she were holding back vomit.
"Ugh," Lucy groaned.
As she looked ahead, Lucy came face to face with a warrior clad in shining armor, his helmet removed. His brown hair and blue eyes caught Lucy's attention.
"Are you alright, or are you just a putrid zombie?" asked the puzzled warrior. Lucy furiously struck the handsome knight with the tavern sign.
The outcome of this encounter will be revealed in the next chapter... or maybe not. Who knows? The world might explode today. Go hug a puppy!