Diona was a very capable girl.

Anyone who knew her couldn't help but come to admire her as they spent time with her.

She wore a pair of silver-plated metal boots, lined with black-and-blue leather.

The tops and heels of the boots were capped with hard copper, which had even been carefully shaped into sharp points with a carving tool. That was because Diona was better at kicking than wielding a blade or a spear. Her thighs were strong and powerful enough to crush the hard shell of a land tortoise.

And, well, this wasn't just bragging: even though her legs were incredibly strong, she still thought she had a pair of beautiful legs! Mm-hmm.

When you touched them, you could clearly feel the bone-hard muscles underneath, yet there was still plenty of soft fat on the outside.

Once she took off her pants and bared her thighs, the way their smooth, fair, full, tender shape caught the light would make anyone's mouth water more than any cooked delicacy.

……

Compared to her beautiful legs, Diona thought the rest of her body was nothing to write home about.

Her waist wasn't exactly slim, but it was shapely enough. Her chest was firm, though she didn't think it was much better than other women's. Her hands were the one flaw... They were large and covered in calluses from constantly handling weapons and hauling cargo.

The next thing Diona was proud of was her bright golden hair, a shade close to bleached blonde.

Lots of people praised her gorgeous blonde hair. And thanks to her constitution, even if she went a long time without washing it, it never turned sour or smelly like other people's hair.

Since long hair was always getting in the way, Diona usually tied her waist-length locks into a fluffy bun, with a short braid hanging down from it. She often checked it in the mirror, too. She wasn't as pretty as when she wore her hair loose, but it was good enough.

And her face went without saying! No one could compare to her!!

Someone had once said that Diona's most captivating feature was her deep, alluring amber-blue eyes. She wholeheartedly agreed, and naturally believed she was the prettiest girl in the entire East Mountain Ridge Region. The only problem was...

She was a guy.

As an unparalleled beauty, Diona obviously wasn't unpopular with boys like ordinary women were.

On the contrary, ever since she came of age—and even back when she was only eleven or twelve—men and boys had often made their interest in her known, directly or indirectly.

By all rights, Diona shouldn't have been short on sex. Even her family in the same tribe naturally assumed she'd already slept with plenty of guys... But the truth was, Diona was still a virgin. That's right—a virgin...

Ugh, this is so embarrassing...

But it wasn't entirely her fault, either. At most, she was only half to blame. The boys were just too damn cryptic. Not one of them had ever come right out and said, “Please fuck me! I won't make you take responsibility—use my body to let off steam, and wreck me as much as you want!”

The other half was her own fault: Diona had never felt her heart flutter, not once.

Sometimes, when indulging in fantasies about her kinks, Diona would seriously wonder how she'd react if some guy she knew said the very thing she wanted to hear.

……She'd probably turn him down.

After all, his personality, his looks, the whole vibe he gave off—none of it was her type.

Sigh...

Whenever Diona thought about being a virgin, she'd suddenly sink into a strange gloom like this.

“White Rabbit God, is there really no guy in this world who's sweet-looking and totally my type, and would let me fuck him as much as I wanted without asking me to take responsibility?”

If she absolutely had to take responsibility, that would be fine too.

In every sense of the word, Diona was already an adult woman. She didn't want to be a mature woman while her body stayed as untouched as a girl's forever... If this went on, she'd end up a lifelong virgin, inherit the family business, see her family line die out, and grow old miserably. That was starting to look like the reality of her life! Boo-hoo...

Clang—

Clang—clatter!

After loading another barrel of freshly collected oil onto the vehicle, one of Diona's subordinates whistled at her where she sat in the old jeep.

Hm? Were they done?

The moment she got the signal, Diona wiped away her weak, frantic expression and replaced it with one of confidence.

After all, behind closed doors, Diona might have been a girl with a mind full of horny thoughts, but in front of everyone else, she wore another mask: “the Young Master.”

Around her companions, subordinates, mother, and the people in the other survivor camps, Diona was decisive and sharp, strong and unyielding, brave and resilient, confident and composed.

Those were the rules a true woman had to live by in this cruel world.

“Diona, we've got all the supplies we could find!”

Companion A scrambled into the back of the jeep.

“That's all? Hmm...”

Diona frowned as she looked over the supplies. They weren't even enough to fill one corner of a jeep.

“This won't do. Winter's almost here. Without enough food and fuel, people are bound to freeze to death this year.”

She waved a hand. “Keep moving! We're heading east!”

“East?” Companion B exclaimed in surprise.

“But the east was the first area where supplies respawned. Even if there'd been resources there before, they'd definitely all be gone by now. There wouldn't even be a few hairs left from some guy's balls.” (Companion B)

“Who said we were going there to look for supplies?” Diona smiled.

She said:

“Better to let them die than to let us die. Haven't we been hearing about that bandit gang causing trouble lately?”

“They've looted plenty of caravans, and even raided a few survivor camps. Even bandits couldn't have squandered all the supplies they stole before winter's even arrived, could they?”

As she spoke, a glint of resolve flashed in Diona's eyes:

“We'd get our hands on supplies, keep ourselves from getting rusty, and even rid the world of some scum—while protecting the caravans along the nearby trade routes.”

“Sounds perfect to me...” (Diona)

“Ah! Young Master, you're right!” one woman squealed excitedly. “Exactly! If we can rid the world of some scum, then that'd be...”

“Fantastic. Don't you think?” Diona laughed with confidence.

But someone voiced a concern. “I heard it's a pretty big bandit gang. We've only got four vehicles and seventeen people on this run. Can we handle them?”

“Ah, of course. We can.”

Diona glanced at the girl who'd spoken.

There was a hint of approval in her eyes for that cautious attitude:

“I've had people investigating them for a while now. We've got a good read on who they are. I promise you—their gang of nearly fifty won't stand a chance against us.”