Shizu crept closer to the crater, heart slamming like a war drum in her chest.
The water was still swirling, mud clouding the crystal clear river like someone took a shit in paradise.
Her bare feet sank into the soft bottom, water up to her thighs, panties clinging wet and riding up her ass with every step.
She leaned in, big green eyes wide, breath caught in her throat.
"Oh fuck… that's a person. A very naked, very built person."
She splashed in deeper, water climbing to her waist, the cold bite making her nipples tighten against the soaked sports bra.
"Hey! You alive down there, you sky-falling dumbass?! Don't you dare die in my river, you heavy bastard!"
She reached him, grabbed his arm — thick, muscled, still warm despite everything — and yanked hard.
Heavy as fuck.
"Ugh! What are you, made of bricks and bad decisions?! Move your ass!"
She braced her feet, cute face scrunched in effort, grunting like she was in labor.
"Fucking hell… this guy's heavier than my ex-guild's ego!"
She pulled harder, her sports bra straining, sweat mixing with river water on her skin, making her glow like a goddess who just got fucked in the rain.
New pull.
*SLOSH.*
His body budged an inch.
"Come on, you big lug! If you die on me, I'm using your corpse as bait for more fish!"
Another yank.
GRUNT.
His leg caught on a rock.
"Shit! Your leg's twisted like a pretzel! Hold on, sky-boy, don't croak yet."
She dived under, hands sliding along his thigh, feeling the hard muscle flex even unconscious. The touch sent a forbidden spark straight between her legs.
"Damn… these thighs could crush watermelons… focus, Shizu, you horny idiot!"
She surfaced gasping, bra now completely see-through, nipples hard and dark against the thin fabric.
"Got it! Now move, you heavy bastard!"
One final heave — ass in the air, tits bouncing wildly with the effort — she dragged him onto the river bank and collapsed beside him, panting like she just ran a marathon while getting railed.
Her panties were wedged deep between her cheeks, body slick and shining.
"Fucking… hell… that was a workout. You owe me dinner, sky-boy. And maybe a back rub after."
She looked at him.
Bruised face, sharp jaw, wet hair stuck to his forehead.
Broad chest heaving slow.
Ripped abs leading down to… well, he was naked as the day he was born, that thick heavy cock resting against his thigh like it had its own gravity.
Shizu's cheeks burned red.
"Oh shit… he's packing. Like, seriously packing. No wonder he fell from the sky — that thing probably threw off the balance."
She shook her head, cute pout forming.
"Focus, perv! He's unconscious. That's like, necrophilia level creepy."
She quickly grabbed her shirt and threw it over her chest again, muttering.
"Focus, dummy! He's still out cold."
She placed her hands on his chest, green magic glowing softly from her palms.
"Come on… wake up, sky-boy. Don't make me give you mouth-to-mouth or some shit."
The magic flowed. Bones snapped back into place with wet *POP-POP-POP* sounds. His leg straightened. His arm untwisted.
As her fingers pressed deeper into his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat thumping under her palms, a wave of sorrow slammed into her like a truck.
Flashback hit hard.
She was five years old, left on the orphanage steps in the pouring rain, wrapped in nothing but a thin blanket, screaming for parents she never knew.
The matron looked down at her with tired eyes.
"Another mouth to feed. Name her Shizu. Try not to die, kid."
Years blurred.
She was ten, studying healing magic in the dusty orphanage library, messing up a simple wound-heal spell on a crying boy. The kid screamed in pain.
"Stupid girl! You always mess everything up!" the teacher yelled, slapping her across the face.
She smiled through tears.
"Sorry… I'll try harder."
No one cared. No one ever did.
She was fifteen, working her first real guild job, healing warriors after fights, getting used like a free battery. The leader — a big scarred bastard named Vark — patted her ass after every raid.
"Good job, little healer. Here's your 'pay' — a pat on the back. Now get back to work."
She smiled cute on the outside.
"Thanks, boss!"
Inside, it killed her.
One night after a bad raid, Vark cornered her in the tent. His breath smelled like cheap ale.
"You've been healing everyone else. What about me, huh? My cock's been aching all week. Be a good girl and heal it with that pretty mouth."
He grabbed her wrist, forcing her hand down. She felt him hard against her palm.
She froze.
Then she healed him — but twisted the magic just enough to make it burn like fire for three days.
He screamed. She smiled.
She was twenty, the Blue Whale Guild, the final straw.
After she saved Gronk's life in the dungeon, Vark demanded her last premium tonic for free.
She snapped.
"Fuck that! Pay me or I'm gone!"
Vark laughed in her face.
"You're out, kid. Pack your shit. No one needs a complaining healer who can't even smile right."
Gronk winked from the side.
"Come back when you're ready to play nice, Shizu. I could use a private healing session. Maybe on my knees this time."
She stormed out, flipping them both off.
"Eat shit, you limp-dick losers! I'll make it on my own!"
Back on the river bank, Shizu blinked hard, tears mixing with river water on her cheeks.
She smiled through it, cute pout hiding the pain.
"Damn… you remind me of me, sky-boy. Broken, used, thrown away. But you're still breathing. That's more than I had some days."
She kept healing, fingers tracing his abs, feeling the raw power humming under his skin.
"Hold on… I got you."
The magic glowed brighter.
Her stomach growled loud enough to scare the fish.
"Ugh… I'm starving. My stomach is screaming louder than a drunk Giggle Monkey."
She glanced at the river. Lightning Fins darted past — fast, electric-blue bastards that zapped anything that touched them.
"Those slippery fucks… need a weapon."
Her eyes landed on Reon's left hand — the dragon-scale armored glove, still gleaming faint red even while the system was offline.
"Jackpot."
She pried it off carefully, fingers brushing his skin again. A little tingle shot up her arm straight to her core.
"Sorry, sky-boy. Borrowed time."
She broke off a few sharp scales with CRACK-CRACK.
Reon twitched hard, groaning low in his throat.
Shizu tied the scales to a sturdy branch she snapped from a nearby tree.
"Boom. Divine Dragon-Shard Spear, baby! Let's hunt."
She waded back in, half-naked again — shirt discarded for better movement — ass wiggling as she moved.
"Aim… throw!"
WHOOSH—THUNK!
The spear nailed a Lightning Fin. The fish zapped the shaft with blue lightning, making her whole arm tingle.
"Gotcha, you zappy bitch!"
She yanked it out, breaking another scale for good measure.
CRACK.
Reon jerked again, eyes fluttering.
Shizu dragged the giant fish back to shore, grinning like a kid who just won the lottery.
"Look at this monster! We're eating good tonight, sky-boy. You can thank me later by… I don't know, not dying. Or maybe letting me sit on your face once you're awake. Kidding. Mostly."
She started cleaning the fish with the spear tip, still muttering.
"Those Blue Whale idiots would be so jealous right now. 'Sorry Shizu, we can't pay you' my ass. I just caught dinner with a random guy's glove. Ha!"
Reon's eyes snapped open.
He sat up like a corpse coming back to life, red eyes glowing faintly, voice raw and furious.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! Who is attacking me?! Where is the enemy?! I'll erase you all—"
He stopped dead.
He wasn't looking at a legendary assassin.
He wasn't looking at Arun or any noble scum.
He was staring at a half-naked, kinda dumb but super cute girl standing in the river, holding a stick made from his own dragon-scale glove, with a giant twitching fish on the end.
Shizu blinked innocently, big green eyes wide, fish flopping on the spear.
"Oh. You're awake. Do you… do you want half? It's a very big fish."
Reon stared at his bare hand, then at the spear, then back at her.
"Is that… is that my skin glove on a stick? Did you just use a piece of my body to go fishing while I was unconscious?!"
Shizu tilted her head, cute pout forming, completely unfazed.
"Well, duh. You were just lying there like a dead weight. I was hungry. And those fish are too fast without a good spear. Your glove looked sharp. Problem?"
Reon's jaw dropped.
He looked down at his mostly naked body, then at the half-naked girl, then at the fish on his own glove-spear.
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
"…You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Shizu grinned, sparkle in her eyes, holding the fish out like a trophy.
"Welcome to the living, sky-boy. Now shut up and eat. You look like you need it more than I do."
Reon stared at her.
The system pinged weakly in his head.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
New Achievement Unlocked: The Human Tool.
Status: Dignity -50. Hunger -100.
The jungle waited.
The nobles were still hunting him.
His Anium was zero.
And this random girl was standing there in her underwear, fish on a stick, grinning like she just won the lottery.
Reon's lips twitched into the first real smirk he'd had since the jungle.
This… was going to be interesting.
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