In my previous world, I thought the body of the Mangja Seongnyeo didn’t need to bathe or anything like that.
And it made sense because the body of the Mangja Seongnyeo was neither dead nor alive, and you couldn’t really call it a true corpse either. It stood on that vague borderline.
Setting aside the state of my body, which was ambiguously on the fence regarding everything, I didn’t go through the digestion process of living beings even if I munched on food, monsters, or malicious entities.
Everything I consumed was devoured on the soul level.
The consumption that devours the essence and fundamental being doesn’t leave anything physically in my stomach; it is transformed into divine power or energy to move this body.
Thanks to that, I had hardly any digestion or physiological activities like humans.
Of course, I do drool and shed tears.
But my body doesn’t expel any waste, including sweat. And isn’t there the miracle of purification?
According to Teresa, I was told I was a “the cleanest sex doll that can be chewed.”
Of course, I fought with Menelapie, pulling her hair because she said such vulgar things…
Once, after about five years, I had participated in the largest war in the history of the previous world after I resolved to hold Menelapie’s hand and fight against the Demon King’s army.
The cowardly Mangja Seongnyeo, who was afraid to wield her own power, had become somewhat accustomed to bloodshed and fighting after five years.
At that time, I faced the hordes of malicious entities that covered the horizon for three days and nights without a moment’s rest. At first, I was scared, but as days passed, I felt ecstasy in tearing apart the flesh of those malevolent beings and seeing their blood.
The more of that wicked evil I devoured, the more lives I could save.
By the way, demons have no life.
They have intelligence, but they lack reason, conscience, and morality. They fail to meet even the minimum conditions of being a living being, like the Demon King’s small manifestations or terminals.
I think that fact allowed me to shake off guilt and fear.
Anyway, I’ve digressed, but that historical grand war ended with the Empire’s victory.
Of course, it was thanks to the efforts of Menelapie and me.
Menelapie, declaring victory, was about to embrace my blood-soaked body, saying I could be proud, but sadly, the moment she tried to hug me, our big chests collided, causing us to bounce off each other, making a hug impossible.
If we were normal people, we could have just squeezed each other and cuddled, but both Menelapie and I were superhumans whose physical strength exceeded that of ordinary humans by dozens of times, which caused that incident.
As a result, we both got jolted back and sat down on the ground.
Some knights who saw the scene couldn’t help but laugh.
Well, we had won that brutal war; it was something that could be called humanity’s first great victory, so no one really complained.
Anyway, right after that, I got tired and intended to use the miracle of purification to get some sleep, but Menelapie, seeing me like that, was horrified and took me to a nearby hot spring in a volcanic area that wasn’t far from the battlefield.
She may have said she was taking me there, but in reality, she dragged me along like a prisoner.
Anyway, I realized that Menelapie’s sheer strength was greater than my body, which was tougher than steel and enhanced by divine power.
I must have annoyed her a lot while whining and refusing like a child, dragging me to the hot spring.
In the end, Menelapie forcibly stripped me and tossed me into the spring water.
I whined that I didn’t want to all the way there, but once I entered the warm hot spring water, I felt my mind melt into relaxation and sank into the water.
My mindset, which had insisted that I didn’t need to bathe because of the purification miracle, likely changed from that day on.
Washing with Menelapie was a valuable and precious experience and memory in itself, and soaking in the warm water made those memories bloom vividly.
“So come on!”
Riiiiing!!!
The bathroom in the hotel’s top-floor suite was more like a swimming pool than a bath.
The hot spring water brought in to make the bath was located on the rooftop, and judging by the area, it seemed like it could hold over 50 people.
With such a spacious bath, even a 15-meter Bladed Centipede could bathe with me.
While it’s called 15 meters, that’s the height of a five-story apartment.
It’s much bigger than you might think.
But the problem was…
Riiiiing…!
This little guy was thrashing around violently.
Why was it doing that?
Basically, I thought Bladed Centipedes wouldn’t particularly enjoy being submerged in water, and yet, this Lucky Bladed Centipede was resisting my grip fiercely.
It seemed like it was going crazy trying to escape my grasp, but unfortunately, its struggles were significantly weaker than my strength.
While I was dragging it along, I suddenly realized the presence of the drone camera flying beside me.
Oh right. I had turned the broadcast on…
“Let me out, let me out… I’m going out.”
“Lolol I’m losing it.”
“Seriously, what is the streamer doing?”
“Whaat? I came because of the title, so what is this?”
“Hahaha.”
How embarrassing.
I had put up a title saying I was going to bathe with a centipede, but I still hadn’t even gotten into the hot spring water with it yet.
“Lmao, I just came back to see this after a couple of days.”
“The title is ridiculous, haha.”
“What kind of broadcast is this?”
“You chose this as your fate. Brace yourselves.”
“No thanks;”
“Lol.”
“But seriously, why hasn’t the streamer been live for four days?”
“For real.”
“Do you want to go into eternal rest?”
“Eternally, eternally, eternally…”
As I thought about it, I hadn’t even told the viewers that I went to a raid dungeon.
There was no real need to shout it out everywhere, but at least I should have said something along the lines of not being able to stream due to personal circumstances.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s been a while, guys. But I’m kinda…”
To be honest, it wasn’t like they had been tormenting me for just a day or two, so I didn’t really feel that sorry.
Riiiiing!!!
“Let’s hold on a second. Okay?”
Riiiing…!
The viewers are all complaining, and so is the centipede.
“Bladed Centipede: Save me!!!*”
“Isn’t that the centipede the streamer saved when they went to Rotten Mountain last time?”
“Seems likely?”
“How did it come out of the dungeon, lol!”
“The streamer must have brought it out in a fit of insanity haha.”
“No, insanity or not, it’s been four days without a word, isn’t it time for an explanation?”
“It’s not an explanation; it’s insanity!”
Why is this little guy making such a fuss?
Oh, could it be…?
It’s obvious, but the hot spring water was warm enough that steam was bubbling up.
It wouldn’t actually be hot enough to cook me, but how would it look in the eyes of the centipede?
The pot where I had boiled Walker bone soup earlier could seem quite similar to this swimming pool.
So from the centipede’s perspective, it might interpret my bringing it to the hot spring water as an intention to boil it like soup.
“Well, I can’t help it.”
If communication were possible, that would be ideal, but unfortunately, this little one is still a monster, even if it has high intelligence.
It wouldn’t be easy to convey my complicated feelings of not wanting to kill it but wanting to bathe together comfortably and relaxed.
Then ultimately, I’d have to show with my body…
It’s straightforward.
I let go of the Bladed Centipede with the hand holding it and began to unbutton my clothes one by one.
“?”
“Hey, what is the streamer doing?”
“Huh?”
“Whoa…”
“Ohhhh.”
In the brief moment I let go, the centipede might escape, so I quickly threw my clothes off.
“Ohhhh!!!”
“Wha…? Why is the censorship suddenly happening?”
“They added a filter in the meantime? Lol”
“Oh damn!”
“What is this; show me!”
“Mosaics are a harmful civilization!”
The AI censorship filter embedded in the drone camera was remarkably useful.
The censorship filter automatically hides and censors the gory and brutal elements when entering dungeons and streams them for broadcast, so I could easily conduct my stream without worrying about additional settings.
And it wasn’t just for bloodshed; the same went for the adult filter too.
Perhaps due to the era improving, the AI in the drone camera automatically hides or SDs chests, genitals, and other lewd elements, providing as much censorship as possible within a natural range.
When I came across other streams, I thought it was nice that the filter would naturally show the body’s outline while firmly covering important parts.
Anyway, what’s important is that I didn’t take my clothes off due to exhibitionism or to please the viewers.
Splash!
“Ha, uhhhhh…”
“Oh my…”
“Wow, the filter is strong, yet it’s still so erotic!”
“Tonight is all about this.”
“Wow…”
“What a sight!”
“Is that really the outline of the chest?”
“Taking it off reveals the shapes!”
“Oh my, it’s massive!”
Soaking in the warm hot spring after a long time felt like my body was melting away.
I reached out to the Bladed Centipede, which was still alert.
“Come here.”
It was probably conflicting.
It might think, “Is this person going to boil me?” but on the other hand, it might also think the hot spring water isn’t harmful since I’m already in it.
In fact, as soon as I got into the hot spring, the centipede looked up at me with its head held high, gazing at me.
I could vaguely sense an emotion of confusion in its dark single eye.
If it didn’t come over after this, there was nothing I could do, but since I had posted a title about bathing together, I hoped it would come…
Riiiiiiing…
“Alright.”
“?”
“Did it just say something?*”
“What?”
I felt like I heard something strange…
But anyway, the Bladed Centipede slowly approached me, demonstrating how trustworthy it was, albeit tentatively.
It seemed to have some baby-like traits.
With its unidentifiable appearance, it touched the hot spring water with its legs, checking for dangers, and having seen that I was submerged in the water, it was starting to assume there was no real danger.
Eventually, trembling with fear, the Bladed Centipede began to slowly immerse itself in the water, crawling over my shoulder and hand.
Though its numerous legs tickled and stimulated me, I initially thought it was gross and revolting, but seeing it cling to me in fear made me think it was actually quite cute.
“Fufu, yes. Yes.”
As the tremendous length of the Bladed Centipede submerged in the hot spring, it seemed to fill more than half of the bath with its tickling legs and dark segments.
“Wow, I didn’t realize how big it was.”
“Totally.”
“It’s kind of a captivating scene.”
“Shut up, haha.”
“Seriously, just laugh it off.”
“Lol.”
“Ha, aahhhh… So nice…”
I stretched my legs out, feeling a bit tired after the psychological drain of bringing the centipede this far.
I pulled the Bladed Centipede that was trying to put its head underwater and placed it on my chest.
“Alright, keep your head above water.”
Riiiing…
Luckily, with my substantial chest floating in the water, there was plenty of room for the centipede’s head to lay back.
“Wow…”
“Wow, look at that massive…!”
“Even though this isn’t an adult broadcast, why is it still so alluring, haha?”
“Even with the filter, it’s still enticing!”
“Whoa!”
The Bladed Centipede curled around me, wrapping along my legs, hips, waist, back, and arms, as if it was relying on me.
Thinking about it, this might have been its first time in the water.
Even humans fear the unknown; wouldn’t it be similar for a monster?
Even if the warmth feels good, it wouldn’t be able to breathe underwater, and I heard that centipedes breathe a lot through their skin.
Though it’s a monster with a length of 15 meters that could differ from regular centipedes in body structure, its essence is still insect-like, so it likely needs to keep part of itself above water to breathe comfortably.
Naturally, it began to wrap around me as it enjoyed the warmth and humidity of the hot water.
From my ankles up through my legs, thighs, and even the centipede wrapped around my waist, back, and chest like a tight outfit or accessory.
Though it was likely just afraid of the water, it stuck to me like clothing.
“Whoa…”
“I feel like I’ve seen a cover for a visual novel with that stance.”
“What the heck did I just see?”
“Can you share that with me?”
“Perverts.”
“But still, the sight is turning me on, haha.”
“The centipede wraps around the streamer, and the filter is getting weaker too, haha.”
“It’s so enticing…”
“Uhhhh…”
“Hey…”
“Someone move the centipede’s legs away!”
“Ah, right. Sorry, guys. I may have streamed my last broadcast about four days ago? Actually, I was summoned for the mutated raid dungeon discovered by the Hunter Association.”
“For real?”
“Awkward.”
“If that’s the case, it’s hard to say anything…”
“No way, you could have at least left a notice!”
“A notice? Can I even post something like that?”
“Oh right, the streamer is a returnee.”
“Computer illiterate, aren’t you? Haha.”
“Being a returnee means that’s expected, haha.”
“Still, at least apologize to us!”
“For real.”
“If you don’t want to fall to the bottom, you gotta bow your head!”
“Apologize?”
Ugh, no. What did I even do wrong?
“M-m-m-monsters! No thanks!”
“Hahaha!”
“Lmao!”
“Ah, come on! No matter what, showing us this great view is more important than an apology!”
“For real, loyalty!”
“Hahaha! Like seriously, they’re so honest about their desires!”
“But even with the censorship filter, it’s still so enticing!”
“Seriously, haha.”
It seemed like the viewers weren’t genuinely angry; they were just joking around.
Later, I found out that the viewers were actually confused, thinking something terrible had happened to me in the dungeon.
Leaning back to relax, I let the centipede coil around me as I released any tension from my body.
Riiiiing…
Looking at the chatroom, I smiled.
I just felt comfortable. My stomach was full. The centipede was calmly soaking next to me in the hot spring, and I could talk to the viewers without feeling lonely.
“Why the sudden smile?”
“So pretty…”
“No, seriously, she’s really pretty.”
“Just don’t act vulgar, and she really is pretty.”
“The streamer’s expression and the way the centipede coiled around her feels just like that game’s character.”
“That person’s really crossing the line, haha.”
“That person is just insane, haha!”
“I hope you encounter tentacles while walking down the street.”
“No, that’s the wrong kind; it’s actually a shooting game, you crazies!”
Well… I’m feeling generous today.
I could easily overlook such sexual remarks now.
Humans are creatures that easily get stimulated by trivial things; happiness comes and goes with each word.
Subtle yet simple beings.
If I had been bathing alone like a loner, I would have quickly sunk into depression like a mentally drained person.
Riiiiiiing…
“Alright, alright. You’re enjoying this too, right?”
“But, aren’t its claws or shell too small to breathe while submerged? How’s it gonna manage that?”
“How the heck do I know?”
“I’m watching this on my phone from a college biology lab.”
“Oh…”
“A grad student, huh?”
“Huh? Why is a grad student watching my stream?”
“Hahaha!”
“Hahaha, grad students aren’t people, haha.”
“Isn’t it kind of too much, streamer?”
“Hihi, it’s just a joke.”
“Dude, your smile is so pretty it makes me not want to curse at you.”
“What? You cursed at me! Haha.”
“But seriously, streamer, you participated in a raid dungeon, right? How about sharing some stories from it?”
“Is that what you all want to hear? It’s nothing special…”
Ah, of course, it might not be special to me.
Even an F-grade Hunter would still have a sky-high level of perception compared to ordinary people.
“First of all, I was dispatched with 19 other A-grade Hunters besides myself. So, the total team included 20 members.”
“19 A-grade Hunters??”
“That’s a crazy number! Wasn’t it risky?”
“First off, it was a gate-type dungeon. Thankfully, I heard there hasn’t been any civilian casualties yet. However, I heard the dungeon, which hadn’t existed for even a few months, escalated in danger from F-grade to A-grade.”
“Where are you getting that from?”
“Do we look like ordinary people to you?”
“Do you not have a… never mind. I don’t have one either.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Hehe, it was just a joke. But I don’t lie. It’s true that F-grade dungeons escalated to A-grade in a flash. The Association will probably announce it soon.”
“Is it real?”
“If it’s true, the researchers must be losing their minds!”
“Anyways, it’s been temporarily labeled an adaptive copying dungeon. The dungeon replicates all the geographical features of where we were… Hey, that’s ticklish. Stop squirming.”
Riiiiing…
“Seeing the centipede makes it adorable.”
“Is that even cute?”
“Have you gone insane?”
“Hey, streamer, move the centipede’s body off your chest!”
Hahaha!
Ugh, these perverted folks.
I found it quite enjoyable myself.
Anyway, all of this felt delightful.
It was better than bathing alone and swallowing loneliness.
What a big deal.
Though the viewers waited for me, it seemed I had missed the lively chatter in the chatroom.
“…Ah, but I came here without showering and just jumped into the tub.”
Riiiiing…
Well, soon enough, I’d wash my hair and soap up…
“Hey guys.”
“?”
“What’s up?”
“Are there special shampoos or soaps for cats or pets?”
“There are.”
“Yeah, there is.”
“Sure, there’s some.”
“…So, can I use human shampoo on cats or pets?”
“What if you don’t have food and just eat pet food?”
“Haha, that’s a comparison.”
“Uh… Does it hurt them to eat it?”
“?”
“What?”
“?”
“…”
If push came to shove, shouldn’t I be prepared for something like that?
On the battlefield, wouldn’t it be a blessing to have that to eat…?
Anyway, my mentioning this wasn’t entirely random.
The Bladed Centipede doesn’t have fur but does have a smooth shell-like body, right?
If I scrubbed it using shampoo or soap until it was shiny… wouldn’t it show off its identity as a pet centipede?
Riiiiing…
Sensing something was off, the Bladed Centipede began to loosen the legs that had been wrapping around me slowly.
Riiiiiiiing!!!
Hahaha!
It felt like the centipede’s scream was saying, “Let go, you bitch!.”
Of course, it was probably just my imagination.
How could a centipede talk?
