Hey, remember me? Man, blacksmith work is no joke. Today, I worked with Baba for over twelve hours straight without any single break. I mean, you gotta be kidding me; this is complete and utter torture, even for someone as crazy as me.
My feet hurt from standing up for such a long time, and my arms hurt from striking metal the whole day without stopping. Still, I cannot deny that I feel good about myself once my work is finished, as if I've done something good for the people around me, even if they don't always notice.
Besides, at the moment, the tiresome work around here is the least of my worries. The most problematic part about this whole experience is that Mother simply abandoned me here with this old hag and didn't even tell me when they were coming back. I mean, come on!
I know I've got a good customer, and my voice has even toned up to sound more feminine, but that's not all there is to this place. For starters, I'm surrounded by beautiful women all around me who all have childbearing hips and, to be quite honest, 'butts.'
It's a diabolical torture method to leave such a pervert here! I mean, Focalor knew damn well that I was a male and about to start puberty any day by my looks, and even so, they thought it was a good idea to leave me here all alone with such goddesses without any way to mask my male essence!
It's such a shame I can't find a single place where I can be alone so I can beat around the bush a little bit. Don't pretend like you wouldn't do it, you hypocrites! If you had the chance, you would also do it while thinking of these sexy witches!
"You still awake, Pan?" Baba suddenly asks as I lie quietly on my bed, resting from all that hard work. "Yeah? Did you need me to do something?" I ask Baba back while gently standing up from my bed, still a little tired and reluctant to move, but I do anyway.
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"No, I just thought you might enjoy coming downtown with me. We got good pay for our last work, so I wanted to take you out for dinner." I almost immediately changed clothes and shoes as soon as I heard the word 'dinner.' I mean, heck yeah, I wanted to go!
Only a second after Baba invites me to dine out, I come out of my room completely dressed in a comically feminine outfit that doesn't really please me but that everyone thinks it's cute. It's a hassle to pretend I'm a girl at all times, you know? Especially when I must wear such attire like I'm part of some Tomgirl hentai!
(Don't look up 'tomgirl hentai' if you don't know what it is. You might be disturbed)
"Never knew you had the power to read minds!" I tell Baba, who takes my comment lightly as we had become quite acquainted after working together for a little while. Definitely not in a sexual or romantic manner but more like a teacher-student type of bond.
I mean, could you imagine kissing an old hag like Baba? Hell no! My only problem with my theory that I'm safe because I'm so small is insufficient. Just look at the relationships around here. They're all crazy lesbians without the slightest bit of shame!
Oh man, oh man, I just heard that little creeping thought again of Baba somehow falling in love with me and them trying to kiss me with their disgusting lips. Oh, hell no! Just thinking about such things immediately kills any sort of erotic thoughts I might get in my mind, so I guess it's not all bad news after all.
"You're such a sweet kid, Pan. It's indeed a true shame I can't keep you forever." Baba says to me in a deeply dark tone, like that of a sick person who is actually becoming obsessed with somebody else they can't have, which further raises my blood pressure thanks to the nightmare scenario playing in my mind again.
This old hag didn't have a change of heart when they offered to take me out to dine; they are simply trying to get me to love them back, but I can't! Aside from the fact that my heart already belongs to somebody else, I could never see myself actually ending up in a relationship with someone as ugly as them.
In any case, I didn't need to worry about it, so long as I'm under 'Mother's' protection, I don't have much to fear since I can always just count on them to rescue me, or so I hope because I'm not about to engage into a relationship with someone five times my age.