Lewd Cultivation System

The man's face was covered with red bumps, and he looked to be in pain. Misho was scared because of how hideous he currently looked.

A text above the man's head shocked Misho.

[Player]

It was another player. This was the first time he saw one beside Maia. He couldn't help but realize that it was indeed weird that no other players arrived in the same village that they did.

Even though the village might seem small by his world's standards, it was still big. There shouldn't be another village for one kilometer around them.

"It's another player!" Misho shouted.

"Really!?"

Maia ran towards him. She looked at the hideous face of the Player and felt disgusted.

"Ew. Did he get bitten by wasps?" Maia asked.

"It seems like it. Let's bring him with us," Misho said.

"Ugh. I thought I would finally be able to use my fireball," Maia said.

"I will go carry the legs," Misho said.

"No! You carry the head," Maia said and shook her head vigorously.

"Huh? Why?"

"I don't want to stare at his face while carrying him," Maia answered.

"..."

Misho couldn't help but agree when he looked at the man's face one more time. No one would think he was out of place if he starred in the Running Dead.

The two of them carried him back. With their cultivation, it wasn't as bad as they thought. He felt like a light pillow in their hands.

They brought him to Gerald's house since they didn't know anyone else in the village.

"What happened?!" Gerald exclaimed.

He was silently admiring the scenery outside when he saw them approach him. He was almost scared to death when he saw the hideous face of the man.

"We found him at the edge of the forest," Misho replied.

Gerald walked to them and touched the inflamed spots on the man's face.

"It's filled with pus. He must have disturbed a Cursed Hornet's nest," Gerald said.

He pressed on the inflamed spots, and white liquid slowly gushed out of the tip.

"Ew! Uncle Gerald, that is disgusting," Maia said and covered her eyes.

Even Misho can't help but cringe when he saw it come out.

"Hahahaha! You two are so weak. This is the treatment for this. If you don't take the pus out, he will get a fever and die," Gerald said as he laughed at them.

"R-Really?" Maia asked, slightly skeptical.

She remembered that she almost got stung by wasps on her way here. It could have been the same wasp nest that this man encountered. She shivered as she thought of that.

"Yeah. Let me carry him for the two of you," Gerald said.

He carried the Player in his arms like a princess and brought him inside. He lay him on the table.

"Are you going to treat him here?" Misho asked.

"Yes, why?"

"W-We will go back to investigating, Uncle Gerald!" Maia said and grabbed Misho's hand.

Misho followed after her. They didn't want to see something disgusting like that.

"Take care!" Gerald shouted.

Once they were outside, Maia realized that she was holding his hand.

"Is it okay..?" Maia asked as her face turned red.

"It's okay," Misho responded.

In fact, he welcomed it. The soft feeling of her hand and the bubbly sensation he felt were intoxicating. He wanted to spend more time with her.

The two of them walked together while holding each other's hands. On their way, the villagers looked at them weirdly again.

They returned to the spot where they found the Player, and they continued searching for an unknown amount of time.

"Ah!" Maia suddenly moaned.

Instantly, Misho suffered an erection. He gripped her hand even tighter. They didn't realize that ten minutes had already passed since they started holding hands.

"Hahh… Just think of the pus," Maia said as she exhaled.

He thought of it, and Misho's erection died down like a dead vegetable. It was an effective method.

"That helped," Misho replied.

They continued their search as if nothing had happened.

Soon, they found weird foot tracks on the mud.

"Kids?" Misho asked.

The size of the footsteps was like those of a kid.

"Let's go back and ask Uncle Gerald. It might be the kids in the village," Maia said.

They walked back together while continuing to hold each other's hands. They were slowly getting used to holding hands once again.

They arrived back at Gerald's house, and they opened the door.

Gerald was holding a small curved plate and squeezing pus out of the Player's face into it. The white and viscous fluid were slightly mixed with blood.

"Eww!"

Maia and Misho immediately turned around and left.

"That was the last one," Gerald said.

"Clean up first, Uncle Gerald," Misho replied.

"Hahahaha. Alright," Gerald replied.

He still found it funny that they didn't like to see pus. In his eyes, it was a normal fluid produced by the human body when wounded.

"Mmh!"

Maia covered her mouth. Normally, her moan would have initiated a reaction with Misho's little brother, but his mind was preoccupied with the pus earlier. It was a really effective way to stop themselves from getting horny.

"Another ten minutes had passed, huh," Misho calmly said.

"M-Misho, I need to clean myself," Maia said with a red face.

"What happened?" Misho asked worriedly.

"L-Let go of my hand first," Maia said.

Misho released her hand.

She then instinctively covered her crotch with both of her hands. That was when Misho realized what was going on.

Maia looked at Misho and realized that he had already realized.

"Are you we–"

"Ah! Don't say it!"

Maia covered Misho's mouth. She felt embarrassed about it.

"Ai whont!" Misho said in a muffled voice.

Only then did Maia slowly stop covering his mouth.

"Hmph."

Maia turned away from him in anger.

Misho's mind can't help but wander at this moment. His eyes looked down at her crotch without him realizing it. His imagination pictured an image of liquid falling in between her thighs.

Maia glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and understood what was going through his mind.

"I-If you really want t–"