"Don't! Don't move!"
I looked up, a little dazed, and for some reason, a hint of red had appeared on his face.
"Th-this, uh... right, you're a woman. You don't have one."
"Women don't have one... Men do?"
"Right."
"Then what... is this for?"
As she spoke, she tapped it with the small knife.
"Don't!"
"It... it moved!?"
I stared at the man in shock, while he looked completely bewildered.
"Don't, don't touch it. This is, uh, for mating... yeah."
"Oh... So everyone who has one of these... is a man?"
The man nodded helplessly.
"Right..."
Oh... So that's how it was.
All right, I'd more or less figured it out.
"O-open your mouth..."
"Huh?"
The man froze for a moment, as though he didn't understand why I'd suddenly said that.
But when I made as if to shove him, he immediately opened his mouth. Then I raised my hand and stuffed the black, plump panties into it.
Watching the shock, pain, sorrow,
and grief in his eyes, I couldn't quite process what I was seeing.
Was it really that bad?
Did it hurt that much? He was even crying.
I paused and frowned, then instinctively lowered my head to look at my hand. I leaned in a little and sniffed it...
"Ugh..."
What was going on?
My panties... shouldn't smell like this.
Ugh, this was disgusting.
I hurriedly took out my canteen and washed my hands thoroughly before turning to look at him.
"Why... is it so..."
Forget it. I'd better not ask.
I gathered my gear, turned around, and headed for the room I was staying in. I'd just leave this man here...
Thinking of that smell from earlier, this
guy was probably... better off dead right now.
Emmm... Were all men this dirty?
I didn't understand. What