CH 226

And the ladies were rubbing their stomachs for some reason.

What the h**l did Raffy do to these people?

I have some idea of what to expect from the circumstantial evidence, or at least I have an answer in my head that it is the only way to find out. I was afraid to ask Raffy about it, so I hesitated, but I knew that if I didn’t, I would be in a lot of trouble in the future, so I decided to ask her.

“Raffy…”

“Yes! Master! I’ll do whatever you command me! I’ll do anything you want!”

Hmm? Did she just say she’d do anything? I was about to be swept away by the internet, but I pulled myself together and said,

“No, I mean… What has Raffy done to these people? The men look like they’re having a hard time standing while the women are rubbing their stomachs, and I think life is gone from both men’s and women’s eyes?”

“Yes! Those are the cherry flowers of these people. If you look at their petal-shaped ears, you’ll know what I did!”

[EDN: Honestly, I have no clue.]

And Raffy smiled in response to my question.

When I heard Raffy say that, I inwardly thought, “Oh… I knew it,” but I wasn’t truly sure.

I’m almost a hundred percent sure that’s the case, but if there’s even a one percent chance…

“That’s right! They’ve been neutered!”

… But I was right. They got neutered, just like I thought.

“The men were neutered with a simple kick in the crotch, while the women got neutered with a technique that transmitted the shock internally, damaging their internal organs.”

Raffy explained this in a way that seemed to want to get praised.

Who the h**l taught Raffy this stuff? Whoever taught her this stuff, come out! But when I looked at the cherry petal-shaped left ears of those who got neutered, I could only guess that it was me…

I probably mentioned to Raffy in the past that there was something about domesticating a feral cat—which I no doubt did for the fun of it when I didn’t remember—, but who in the world could have predicted that a story about a feral cat would end up like this?

At any rate, if I could go back in time, I’d even punch myself in the face to stop me then.

I could heal them back, but they would have to become my slaves to prevent my abilities from leaking out…