Extra 8: Mystia vs The Joke

"Make your PP hard? Mayhaps, you attempt to tease moi? That's a KAWAII way of saying the phallus—but aren't you a genuine Eve's descendant?"

Prince didn't seem to be fazed or getting creeped out at all. I was terrible at reading others as usual.

I still had my shame not to show my futanari penis out in the open, even if I had no shame, I couldn't toggle the mode on since the System's still all dormant when I tried accessing it before. This info gathering took too damn long.

"Pretending to be a boy in front of the Prince is the oldest trick! She knew who genuine princesses are and that includes me!"

Ah, the guy spoke again.

"So cute...to refer such dirty things as pee-pee...as expected from the girl Prince-sama had eyes upon."

"Prince-sama, can I take her home? My granddaughter can have a future girlfriend."

"No fair! I want to marry her with my daughter, even though she used to be a man..."

Ugh, so troublesome; I felt my face twitching a bit. I didn't mind the gazes and oohs of the onlookers, but when they voiced their thoughts--it riddled me with unease. Even more so, marriage. I wouldn't mind if it's some people I know, but total strangers like them with their complicated families—heck no.

Rather, what's with extremely strong Yuri vibe? The flowers around us were changed into...yellow lilies?

Was the Prince playing a prank on me after all?

"Ah, so you noticed—little mademoiselle? You are indeed those of femininity, to even recognize the language of flowers."

"Huh?"

How'd she seen through my deadpan face?

"If I was a bit more forceful, Reeve onee-sama would punish moi so good. Ah, the thrill of her dominance is SUBARASHII. Of course, if you didn't happen to notice, I will keep this lie a lot longer—but, I guess you're her little sister after all."

"Wat."

Another weirdo, what's with those weeaboo languages anyway?

The energy reading of hers was really strong, although it's miles weaker than Misty I wasn't sure if I could defeat her at all. Rather, if not for my resistance, she could easily make me submit without a fight.

"It doesn't matter. This Multiverse was made for Reeve onee-sama alone, after all. Hope you'll enjoy your stay, Imouto-sama. Au revoir."

Prince and her groupies bade me farewell as they went down the shrine-like steps.

It's even weirder how the others played yes man to her antics—well, except for Misty. She was so nonchalant as she blend within the surroundings.

"Is Mirai okay?"

Mystia shook my small body a few times before I got roused from my pondering.

"Ah."

Instead of waiting for my reply, Mystia held my hand and pulled me towards the dungeon's entrance.

"Mirai is indeed okay. Mystia wants to have fun, let's go! (^ o ^)"

The pathway leading towards the entrance was made out of stone roads you usually see in a shrine. Instead of the temple with their various shrine maidens, an enormous boulder with the top part carved into the figure of eight-headed serpent stood erect. It had three different booths with people lined up, all leading towards three entrances at the boulder's bottom part.

Each of them manned by several young men dressed in priestly outfits. The patrons talked to them for a bit and they wrote something on a bamboo scroll. The priests handed them a talisman paper and ushered them in; disappearing inside the entrance one by one. The line moved like that continuously, but the priests still had their stoic smile, like they're natural deadpans.

Just as I thought about what would happen when they got back, few lights appeared from a circle formation all over the place and few different groups came outta it. Some had a hearty expression; some dejected. They gave the talisman paper to the priests walking by and went on their merry ways.

Mystia simply gave me a warm smile as she held my hand. Telling me to just take it easy since we're not in a hurry. We both walked on a brisk pace while continuing my observation. I heard few 'oohs' from the passerby and other glances but it was bearable.

The booths read: Easy, Normal and Hard.

Each booth had different colored paper talismans in. Blue for Easy, Purple for Normal and Red for Hard. The group looking pretty satisfied handed a purple paper, while the ones dejected had a Red paper. There's no one handing blue paper on this wave.

Probably since people lined up in the 'Easy' booth were looked at with scorn, but there are still a few numbers who thickened their skin and tried anyway. The mocking people were soon led away by the priests. Now that I thought about it, most of the attendants in here were men. Although few female priests were present and they gave out a strong aura which made the males and even some females who eyed them cower.

As for the male priests? Didn't really care 'bout them. I only love girls for the most part.

Even as I took a good glance at the girls, they didn't seem to faze. They simply bowed at me and I returned in kind. It's nice to see normal people once in a while. It's so uncomfortable if every girl I ogled at went horny. Reeve might be happy since she's a nympho, but not me.

No shrine maiden present. No stalls selling charms either—oh come to think of it.

"Mirai, over there. (o w o)"

She pointed towards a pagoda-roofed gazebo with a priest sitting and pulled me along.

Already dropping the 'mai waifu' act huh, just right before we took another step...

"Au—"

The ground immediately shook; it's like the scenery in front of me multiplied hundreds of times and distorted erratically, before all of the people in here fell down unconscious.

[You have resisted.]

Although in my case, normally I should be nauseous, for some reason I felt it more when Mystia shook me earlier.

Some took it well enough to stand up right away, but most of them were out. When I ran towards the entrance and looked at the scenery below, it seems the majority of people down below all passed out.

The life signs were stable—no one's in mortal danger.

At least that's what my dormant System gave out.

Mystia's completely fine, by the way.

"No one's going to die. If there's one, they didn't belong here in the first place."

"What about the Ryokan? I heard mortals would sometimes wonder--"

"There's a barrier strong enough to deflect such, if Mystia recall correctly... ( -__- )"

I see?

"...and how could these earthquakes happen?"

"Who knows. It didn't occurs on my earlier visit. Such sort of things happen from time to time whenever there's a turbulence on the Multiverse."

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"Ugh."

"It's more fun when the chaos spreads. This Multiverse was generally too peaceful. Mystia's own world could at least hold up, Mystia wish for them to build battle experience."

"I don't really like this."

"All downers can wait later. Can we go there?"

Mystia, this time, took me to that gazebo without any interruptions.

Looking at the surroundings, it seems the buildings weren't damaged at all and more people already started to regain consciousness. For those who haven't, the priests gave assistance.

"We're here."

Standing in the gazebo was a young male priest with a tall hat. He wore a plain long-sleeved robe and his entire aura seems to come from the ancient times. His shoulder-length black hair, sharp black eyes and a humble, but charismatic bearing was probably why a lot of women passing by took interest in him.

The man bowed at us and introduced himself:

"I am Abe no Seimei. I supervise the dungeon under my master, Lord Susanoo. Although my name's given after I shed my mortality many years back and..."

If only he stopped at the first line, it'd be way cooler.

"Mystia knew."

"My apologies, Lady Mystia. I am simply introducing myself to the young mistress over here."

"Mystia's just pulling your leg, Lil' Abe. You're so serious over things, just like my Micchan."

"Oh? Even I know one bit of joke or two. For example..."

"Stop it, please. Mystia don't want to hear your bad pun jokes."

Bad jokes? I don't know anyone who could make an even worse joke than myself.

"I'm interested."

"...err, Mirai...are you really serious here?"

"Really serious."

"Hahaha, this young mistress must have a good sense of humor. Alright, let me start..."

"Not again." Mystia facepalmed.

"Before that, let us sit down." as we sat our asses on the circular stone bench, Mr. Abe urged us both to sip on his tea. He appears to like the scene of people spitting out their drink when he told a joke.

"As the first question: Which came first. The chicken or the egg?"

Mystia only put out a 'meh' expression. Seeing her blank face melted my heart, especially when she's hyper for the most part.

To this question, my answer would be:

"Which."

Mr. Abe paused a bit after the first line and didn't say it in a questioning manner, that's the cue.

"Bingo, you are indeed pretty clever, young mistress!"

It's kinda baffled me how he could keep a straight face and calm tone of voice the entire time.

"Mystia don't think it's funny!"

"Lady Mystia, my comedy is not for everyone. Not liking it does not mean you have no sense of humor.

"Mystia will just drink tea. Got any teacakes, Lil' Abe?"

"Please enjoy." Mr. Abe pulled out a tray filled with snacks from his storage space and Mystia started nomming it without a reserve. Her attention solely focused on the food, while she occasionally refilled her teacup.

At the same time, I paid attention to Mr. Abe's second question:

"Looks like its walking on four feet at morning, two feet at afternoon and three feet at evening. What is it?"

"It's ma--"

"The man's shadow." I didn't even realize Mystia answering when I blurted my own reply.

"The young mistress is correct again!"

"...why? How is that even an answer?"

Mystia's angry expression is so cute.

"The cue is 'looks like', Lady Mystia. I believe, I never described it as 'actually walking'."

"...that's not funny at

 all! You know we're not here to answer your riddles, Lil' Abe!"

"I have more tea and sweets if you want."

He took another from his space; just how much stuff he had, to not mind giving them away so easily?

"One more question only."

Mystia's satisfied face when she nommed the cakes was so fluffy...I want to hug her.

"Ahem, alright. For my last question: what is the fastest way to turn Ice into Water?"

"Pu!"

Mr. Abe smiled for the first time as Mystia spat out her tea, yelling: "What kind of riddle is this! How is that supposed to make people laugh?"

"Calm down, I think it's pretty funny. Can I have some writing tools, Mr. Abe?"

"Here."

From his storage space, he took out a calligraphy paper, brush, and ink. It's similar to the ones I crafted back at my home to communicate with Reeve and Thea when I couldn't speak at all.

Dipping my brush into the ink, while writing sloppily, I explained:

"I didn't know jack 'bout Kanji but the one's for Ice is 氷 (kori) while Water is 水 (mizu)."

Writing the two letters, I erased the small downright diagonal line on the [Ice].

Using the cleaning leaf from my homeworld, it didn't create any ink blemish; all swiped clean without a spot.

Now the two letters look identical.

"There you have it. Ice to Water."

"Well done!"

Congratulating me, Mr. Abe stood up and clapped his hands. The people around us followed suit.

Mystia, however:

"Isn't this question biased to someone who don't know Kanji at all?"

"Mr. Abe never said you couldn't use G*ggle Translate."

"That's right."

When the question came out, at a seemingly opportune moment, my System was up and I knew I could search the 'Internet' with it.

The rest you probably can figure it out.

If I couldn't access the Internet, I'll just ask Mr. Abe to write the letters for me. I already knew the clue from one of the Web novels I read while back from Thea's [Astral Book].

Why didn't I search for information through it back then?

Well, I already read lots of stuff back then. With the fun people coming, I figure having an actual human interaction was better.

"You guys sure enjoy making fun of Mystia huh."

She looked totally depressed...

"Of course not. You're so cute when you made all those faces. I wanna fluff you even more."

"Mirai's not just trying to pull a fast one?"

"Yup. Aren't you my waifu?"

I pulled Mystia closer to me and pressed my lips on hers.

"Mirai...mmhh—"

"Chuu..."

It was followed by another round of clapping, especially from Mr. Abe. Mystia's face flushed like boiling octopus, on the verge of crying as she pulled my cheeks.

"You loli buwwy...buwwy....buwwy..."

[You failed to resist her cuteness.]

...heat gathered like crazy on my face and I felt like digging a hole and burying myself in.

Thank goodness she forgot to put in her emoticons, or my heart would crumble and I'd totally act like a loli again.

"Uuu....."

I also felt like crying now.

Come to think of it, why was I here again?

Why did I do this?

Why am I so horny?