"Both of us are female?"

What did she mean?

Anjelit didn’t answer with words. She just laughed. Only laughed.

Without hesitation, she accepted the quest at the counter. Without hesitation, she led me back to the small inn in the village’s north to rest.

As evening neared, Anjelit sneaked out alone. When she returned, both hands carried heaps of paper bags.

Her face still held that enigmatic smile—but to me, it now looked sinister.

"I bought you a gift," Anjelit said, lifting the first bag with a grin. "Guess what’s inside?"

Before I could reply, she ripped it open. A short sword lay inside.

It resembled my beginner sword. The only difference? Slightly prettier.

"This is a beginner short sword +15 max. Cheap, so I maxed it out. Attack power up by about 20 points. Useless to me, though."

She tossed it at me. The moment I gripped it, a surge of power flooded my arms.

So strong—why did Anjelit call it useless?

How absurdly high was her attack power?

Anjelit didn’t pause. Her hands darted to the next bag. Her smile turned wicked.

"Ta-da~! Guess this one~"

Again, she pulled out the item before I spoke.

"Oh, what’s this~? A cute short skirt~ lace trim, playful pleats… and look! The back’s cut out!"

She held it against herself.

"Finally changing clothes? Honestly, I’m tired of your knight armor."

I felt relieved Anjelit would wear girly outfits.

Such a pretty girl—why cling to armor?

"What are you saying?" Anjelit wagged a finger, smiling.

"This is for you to wear~"

"…Are you joking?"

"24K pure gold, no joke~" she mimicked my tone. Under my horrified stare, she opened the next box.

"What’s this? Wow! Black stockings! Essential for shaping legs, right?"

Her eyes crinkled into happy arcs!

"And this ribbon, this scarf… and this~ bra and panties~"

Dumping all the girl essentials out, Anjelit hehe’d and loomed closer.

I hugged my chest, shouting in fear.

"What are you doing! You demon knight! What will you—"

"Ah!"

I shrieked.

Outmatched in strength, agility, and level, she pinned me to the bed effortlessly. Her hands roamed my body wildly.

Cruel laughter met desperate wails.

"Oh ho~ oh ho~ oh hohohoho~~"

"Ah~ ah~ ahhh~ not there… no! Eeek~~~"

…

Next morning, Anjelit pushed the door open, satisfied.

An adventurer from the next room stepped out too, dark circles under his eyes.

Spotting Anjelit, he greeted her.

"Hey, morning, little Anjelit… uh, how’s your body today?"

"Morning… fine. Why?"

"Ah, nothing. Really." He shifted awkwardly. "Last night… you two were intense."

"Huh?"

Anjelit stared blankly. He chuckled.

"Gotta go. Young folks exploring adult stuff—normal to be intense!"

"Nonsense…" Anjelit watched him leave, clueless.

Never mind. Time to meet at the quest spot.

A sly grin spread on her face. She called into the room.

"Rogelit, come out~"

"You’re Rogelit! Your whole family’s Rogelit! Don’t call me that!"

Flushed, I peeked out. After checking the empty corridor, I stepped out.

Anjelit stroked her chin, examining me.

A butterfly ribbon in my hair. Light makeup. The new short skirt. Black stockings. Flat shoes.

My naturally delicate build—except for height—made the outfit look perfectly natural.

A total teenage girl!

"Something’s off…" Anjelit eyed my chest. "Bra on?"

"Yes!"

I lifted my top to show her. She grabbed two bread rolls from the room and stuffed them inside my top.

My ‘chest’ jumped from AA to B.

"Perfect~"

"This is awful!"

Downstairs, the innkeeper started, "Little Anjelit, little Rog, morn—"

He froze, eyes wide.

"Eh?! She’s…?"

Anjelit dragged me out, leaving him scratching his head, staring at my pale back.

"Anjelit, I’m uncomfortable. It’s drafty down there. And my back feels… exposed."

I clutched my skirt, face burning. I’d thought skirts were like pants—just coverings. But now, my legs felt unnaturally free. Every step made the pleats bounce, threatening to flash my panties. The cut-out back felt like wearing nothing.

So unnatural.

"You’ll adjust."

Anjelit shrugged.

Soon, we hit the street. I hesitated, but her threats forced me to follow, head down.

Instantly, adventurers’ hungry gazes locked onto us.

Their stares stripped me bare. My body stiffened.

Anjelit’s smile widened.

I muttered curses under my breath—demon, monster.

She dug her ear, ignoring me, then lifted my skirt from behind. Adventurers cheered and whistled.

After ten minutes, we reached the village’s west side. A signboard stood there, scrawled with the old chief’s crooked, ugly handwriting—the Adventurers’ Guild meeting point.

We were late. Thirteen women already waited.

Before them stood three heavily armed women, gear gleaming with high-tier stats.

But seeing their outfits and builds, my lip twitched.