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He flew into the tiny room, crashed into the lady boss, and Cyclone’s head and hands sank right into her chest.

Hmm?! This feel… at least a thirty-six!

Just as Cyclone was analyzing the data coming from his hands, a familiar name reached his ears.

“Big Sis Hilmirya!!”

Hilmirya?

Repeating that name in his head, Cyclone dug up an old memory.

That chubby, innocent girl… she’s here now?

Thinking that, Cyclone lifted his head.

One look—no chubby girl in sight.

“P-pervert!”

A nun he didn’t recognize screamed at him, but Cyclone ignored her. He kept his hands pressed against the lady boss’s chest as he stared ahead.

That night, Cyclone had acted like he was possessed and brought an absolute bombshell to an inn.

Her beauty could definitely compete with the whole lineup of wives back home.

That first night’s experience had really stirred his deepest desires.

Because of that, Cyclone’s body couldn’t help craving the same thrill again.

So that night, after the doctor’s activities, Cyclone had actually slept with a beauty he’d just met.

Cyclone didn’t regret it. Regret would be an insult to that woman’s chastity.

And that beauty was a real expert too. That night, she not only drew out Cyclone’s power, she also forced out his urge to go all out.

To be honest, Cyclone had really wanted to see her again, to officially make her one of his wives.

That wish had come true. The timing wasn’t great, but it had finally come.

Cyclone stood up and looked at the beauty in front of him.

“Hey! You perv, what are you trying to do to Big Sis Hilmirya?!”

In that instant, Cyclone’s time froze for a moment.

His mind spun at high speed, trying to link the name to the person in front of him.

“…Fatty?”

Cyclone stepped back and pointed at the future-wife candidate in front of him.

Because of that one line, the woman gave a little shiver.

Cyclone didn’t want to believe it, but his experience told him the truth.

He’d seen every tiny movement and reaction on countless gambling floors. So he knew very well in his heart—

The woman in front of him had clearly reacted to the word “fatty.”

“You’re that chubby girl from Riverbranch…”

Cyclone’s hand was trembling too.

“This… this… they literally swapped your whole character sheet!!”

“What is with this guy?!”

“Everyone, be careful…”

The nuns started whispering, and Cyclone finally began to think seriously.

“You…”

“You… you!!!”

Cyclone only wanted to get a little closer and clear the doubts in his heart.

But as he approached, Hilmirya suddenly shouted, pulled a small knife from her sleeve, and thrust it forward.

The blade went for Cyclone’s left eye. Luckily, neither of them were real experts, so with Cyclone’s average reflexes, he just barely dodged that fatal strike.

Even so, the knife still grazed past his ear.

A few strands of hair drifted to the floor. Catching them at the corner of his eye, Cyclone understood one thing very clearly.

This wasn’t a joke. The Hilmirya in front of him really meant to kill him.

The moment he realized that, Hilmirya’s second attack had already begun.

This time she slashed sideways. Cyclone could only retreat; at the last split-second, he dodged again.

His reaction was just a bit slow, though, and his clothes still got cut.

A slit opened in his shirt, baring his stomach.

“W-wait!!”

Hilmirya ignored him and kept swinging the knife at him.

To avoid the next strike, Cyclone retreated again.

But that step back was his last. In this cramped little room, not only was there kitchen equipment, there was also someone’s bedroom.

So the actual space was tiny. With that retreat, Cyclone was already pressed up against the wall.

The nuns were all scared stiff by Hilmirya’s actions. No one reacted in time.

At last, Hilmirya raised the knife high and charged Cyclone to deliver a killing blow.

“R-receive God’s punishment!!”

She shut her eyes and threw herself into a do-or-die strike.

But as she charged, Hilmirya tripped over the rubble on the floor.

That trip sent both her and the knife flying straight toward Cyclone.

Cyclone’s legs turned to jelly and he dropped to the ground on the spot.

The small knife in Hilmirya’s hand ended up stabbing into the floor only half a finger’s width away from Cyclone’s sword.

“…”

In that moment, Cyclone understood—his little buddy had just gone through a massive crisis.