"Besides, it's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh just by taking a look, right?"
"Damn you, you old pervert! I'll knock some pieces off you!"
"Huh?"
The old man didn't react in time, but I wasn't going to hold back. I raised my head and, gritting my teeth at his lecherous gaze, punched him right in the face!
"Wham! Wham! Thud!"
Two punches and a hammer blow.
"Phew~"
I let out a satisfying breath, clapped my hands, and looked down at the perverted old man, who was crouched over with his hands covering his head, trembling in pain.
"Heh... Men."
With that, I turned and walked away. The old man got to his feet, one hand over an eye I'd hit. His other eye was just as badly bruised, while his other hand covered the lump swelling on his head.
"Ow... Hey, girl, you really don't know your own strength. Ow... I may be old, but I'm still—"
"Pah! Like I'd believe a word you say, you old geezer!"
I spat over my shoulder and headed back to the campfire, while the old man shuffled after me, groaning.
"Ow~ It hurts so much..."
And so the farce came to an end. From then on, though, the old man looked at me in a rather peculiar way.
Fearful and... Well, anyway, I'd beaten him badly enough to scare him.
We had convenience food for breakfast. The old man had ruined my appetite for hunting, and with two black eyes and a big lump on his head, he wasn't in any shape to hunt either. As for Irene... Well, I hadn't counted her as part of the daily workforce in the first place. She was better off serving as a mascot.
If I actually used the insect swarm to hunt,