Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

A blacksmith planning to sign a 'direct contract' is a good example. The authority of a 'second-level adventurer' is worlds apart from the reputation of those below the third-level adventurer. Reputation, advertising towers, pure supporters—for various reasons, artisans and merchants will often be willing to lend a hand.

So it's the same for Aisha. There's a constant stream of guys wanting to get close to [Lijie] and suck her sweet juices. From a global perspective, level 3, in terms of both reputation and strength, wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her an 'elite'.

Moreover, Bell Craney is even famous as the world's fastest stunt rider (record holder).

There are certainly quite a few females who want to become the boy's "woman." Aisha is one of them, of course—speaking of her is like the one who's licking her lips while starting to act.

There are many rivals eyeing Bale, but they haven't revealed themselves yet.

In the future, there will undoubtedly be more and more.

Aisha, having seen through this, grinned slyly.

"Well, putting aside the boring dream, there's nothing wrong with you making Bell Craney happy."

"Huh?"

Hearing Aisha deliberately switch to a serious tone, Chun Ji, who had been keeping her head down and blushing, looked up.

"You were saved by that young master. Since that's the case, you owe him a favor, right? In your Far Eastern parlance, this is 'a debt of gratitude that should be repaid in kind.'"

"If that's the case... yes, that's absolutely true. I was the only one saved by Lord Bell, and I've never been able to repay that debt of gratitude..."

"Right? In that case, it would be reasonable to repay the debt even at the cost of my life, wouldn't it?"

"Then, let's work even harder at the maid duties we've been assigned..."

"What nonsense are you talking about, you stupid fox. Aren't there plenty of people besides you taking care of the young master's affairs? The goddess goes without saying, but even that little dwarf can do it."

"Indeed, that's exactly right..."

"You just need to do what only you can do."

They cleverly used words to guide the girl who had just become disheartened.

Chunji nodded earnestly, unaware that Aisha was secretly delighted.

"But what is the only thing I can do...?"

"Simple. Just do what you learned in the pleasure quarters. Generally speaking, men get excited when they have those things. That young master should be the same."

Is that how it is?

"Oh, of course."

Aisha affirmed this with a serious expression, while Chunji kept blinking.

Having carefully and successfully planted the 'seed', Aisha finished her fruit wine in one gulp and stood up from her chair.

"Well, I have to go now. I have things to do too. Let me take you home."

"Oh, okay, thank you so much."

Aisha has stirred things up enough; now it's up to Haruhime to do it all.

Even if you teach her step by step, it doesn't quite work, and it's incredibly troublesome. Even Aisha is very busy and not that kind of kind person.

The powerful male must take it by hand.

Aisha has always believed this.

All they had to do was push themselves off the cliff, and then the 'hunt' had to be completed by their own strength. That was the style of the female warrior. That was the Amazon.

So how will things progress, stumbling and bumpy, next? That should be a good stimulus for the shy, clumsy fox.

The time that has been suppressed until now, I will make up for in the future by living more freely.

Watching the girl escape her doomed fate and walk under the blue sky, Aisha unintentionally revealed a sisterly smile.

After returning to the mansion and saying goodbye to Aisha.

Chunji pondered in a low voice.

In other words, how exactly should one please Belle?

Basically, things unfolded as Aisha had planned.

"Miss Aisha said that I only need to refer to what I learned from Lady Ishtar, but..."

In other words, it's about the technique of pouncing on a man, or being pounced on, but Haruhime didn't realize this.

Although I intend to exclude lewd matters from the list, this clearly falls under the category of bedroom arts. A young woman who went from being a sheltered, sheltered young lady to a prostitute is indeed less knowledgeable than the average person. Or rather, her knowledge is eccentric.

Changing into a maid's outfit, she continued her work at the mansion, silently wiping windows in the first-floor corridor as Haruhime recalled her memories of her time as a prostitute.

"Listen carefully, Haruhime. First, make sure you're looking closely into the eyes of the man opposite you."

"Keep an eye on...?"

"Yes. Buy them, release them from here—let them speak through their eyes. No need to say anything, a gentle smile will suffice."

The first thing that came to mind was the words of the older prostitute.

Besides Aisha, several other people had taken care of Chunji.

Those were people who were genuinely shocked by Haruhime's clumsiness, yet still offered her advice.

Although it seems that this also led to him being assigned various odd jobs.

No more gossip.

In short, every night when she had to sit in her cubicle and look out from the latticed window of the red-light district, that's what the older prostitutes said.

"We people use a flirtatious, coquettish style like 'Master' as our selling point... but for someone like you, that kind of approach would be better."

"That kind?"

"A pure and pitiful girl who evokes a protective instinct, something like that. Well, even though she might be disliked by other women!"

The beastman, dressed in an even more luxurious Far Eastern kimono than Haruhime, waved to the passersby with a grin while taking a moment to teach Haruhime, who was sitting to the side.

—Strictly speaking, this is a trick for "attracting customers," but Haruhime Sanjou, a natural fox spirit—no, a pseudo-non-virgin—beautifully misunderstood it as a trick for pleasing men.

"In short, if you make eye contact, you're the only one in their heart!" That's what he meant when he gazed at her.

As it ruminated on the words that had resurfaced in its mind, it turned around and around, unconsciously wagging its thick tail.

"what……"

At this time.

Haruhime discovered Bell had come to the courtyard.

He was carrying a towel and his personal protective gear. He must have come to clean his equipment. Bell used a bucket to fetch water from the fountain.

He immediately seized the opportunity that came his way.

Bang! Haruhime, her tail instantly standing on end and tense, swallowed hard, preparing to put into practice the teachings of a whore for Bell's sake—or so she believed.

A gentle knock was made on the window.

"...? Ah, Miss Haruhime."

Noticing the sound, Bell looked up and turned his attention in their direction.

Seeing the boy's innocent smile coming towards her, Haruhime would normally happily roll herself up with the curtains, but she held back for now.

Normally, Haruhime would open the window and wave, but this time she stood silently, staring intently into Bell's eyes.

His gaze was as clear as spring water, but not cold; it was simply filled with such bitterness.

The window frame partially obscured the girl's face.

It felt like being in a cell.

It was as if the moonlit night when they first met, their eyes meeting through the lattice window, had been recreated.

Although it was daytime, the two of them did indeed see that pale moonlight.

Slowly, Chun Ji smiled faintly.

“————————”

Upon seeing this, Bell was stunned for a moment.

Then, her face turned bright red.

Chun-hime's smile was so ethereal and beautiful.

—Get me out of here.

—Come and welcome me.

---hold me?

—In my heart, there is only you.

On the other hand, Haruhime was concentrating her mind.

While yearning for Belle from the bottom of my heart, I gazed back at the past.

This also carries the girl's romantic feelings, becoming a powerful and fiery gaze. Moreover, it faithfully reflects the teachings of the senior prostitute, becoming a touching, yet melancholic, foul technique.

This is exactly the kind of 'poor girl who evokes a protective instinct'.

Moreover, it is a natural product that is not calculated.

That's so unfair! Chun Ji is really being unfair!

Haruhime is now a girl in love—a level she has long since skipped, jumping seven levels in one go to become a portrayal of a prostitute burning with desire for love.

"Eh, um... Miss Haruhime!?"

Bell was the one who caused the chaos.

The light, carrying a mysterious color and fragrance, is synonymous with the intense magic that makes a boy's heart tremble like dust on a branch.

The word "little rookie," a synonym for someone new to the world, was pronounced very off-key.

On one side was Bell, who was inexplicably flustered and confused.

On the other side was Chun Ji, who was staring intently without moving.

This mysterious space, where there was no verbal communication, was broken by a sound from outside the venue.

"Hey, Belle! What are you standing there for? Come and have some fries!"

"ha!?"

Hestia, who had just returned from her part-time job, called out to Haruhime from the corridor, which was out of Haruhime's sight.

Hearing the call, Bell, his shoulders swaying, ran over as if he had just disembarked from a ship.

With his face flushed red, he threw his protective gear aside and retreated from the courtyard with the speed of a rabbit.

"what……"

Haruhime let out a sound as she watched the boy's retreating figure disappear into the distance.

Extend your arm forward as far as you can, then slowly lower it.

"They got away... Lord Bell doesn't seem too happy...?"

The fox ears drooped down.

For a moment, Haruhime pondered, "Perhaps it's better not to stare anymore," but then she thought again, "Maybe it's because I'm not good enough yet."

At this moment, Haruhime surprisingly displayed her innate optimism and decided to keep her eyes on Belle for a little longer.

In other words, the operation to spy on spies continues.

From that day on, Haruhime kept gazing at Bell.

Regardless of distance, whether in the base or in the maze, he quietly watched Bell within the bounds of not causing trouble for his companions. With a troubled, slightly meaningful gaze.

Poor Bell Craney, who is abnormally sensitive to the gaze of others due to the surveillance of "a certain goddess," can feel Haruhime's gaze 24 hours a day without missing a single one.

A woman older than him, whose beauty was in no way inferior to his idol (Ais), stared at him with a slightly melancholic gaze. Needless to say, his heart was pounding, and he couldn't find any rest for his mind or body. As a result, he would blush every time he saw Haruhime.

"Um, what does Haruhime want to do...? Did I... do something wrong...?"

Bell was spending more time alone, burying his face in his hands, brooding.

Then, if you don't notice this, you're not our Virgo Goddess.

"...Haruhime-kun, assemble!"

"Yes? Is there anything I can help you with, Lady Hestia?"