Dungeon Refrigerator 48

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Request From Serai Machi

An SOS message suddenly arrived from Serai-san. 

It's a bit too much for a prank, and the words "I'm going to be killed!" are unsettling. 

In any case, I quickly finished the remaining curry, gulped down the soba noodles, and went outside to call Serai-san.

(Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring...) 

"Hmm, no answer..."

As I pondered what to do next, I received a call from an unknown number.

"Hello..."

[Oh, Master! I'm glad I got through!]

The caller was Serai-san. It seems she called from the main phone number.

"So... what's going on? Where are you now?"

"Yeah, umm, I'm working at Parade... but I'm in trouble! I'm really in trouble!"

(Trouble while working? What on earth is going on.??)

"I received a message saying I'm going to be killed, but for now, I'm safe, right?"

"Yes, I'm safe. But I'm scared. I feel like unknown people stared at me..."

(What? No, I don't want that. It's scary.)

"Unknown people? Not customers at the shop?"

"Well... there are people I see at the shop, but there are also many men I don't know. In the past 2-3 days, there have been several men who seem to be watching me. Isn't that abnormal?"

"Hmm... that's certainly concerning. But when you say they're watching you, do you mean it's like stalking?"

"Yes, probably... I even noticed someone following me on my way home yesterday..."

"What?! That's going too far. It's not peaceful..."

"I know. Hey, Master, please, could you escort me home?"

"If that's the case, understood. Does your work end at 6 p.m.? Should I come to pick you up at that time?"

"Yes, I can't go back to work anymore! Please, I'm counting on you! (Snicker!)"

Hmm, I hope Serai-san isn't involved in something strange.

.....

After finishing the tour of the remaining dungeon shops and unexpectedly killing time at a café, I went to pick up Serai-san for the Dungeon Shop Parade in the evening.

(According to the message I received earlier. I'm supposed to meet her at the shop's back entrance.)

Entering a side alley from the front of the shop and passing by the side of a store where I occasionally park my motorcycle, there was a narrow passage at the back of the building. Just as I approached, the door opened, and Seki-san appeared from there, showing her face.

"Ah, Master! Waaahhh!!"

As soon as she saw me, Serai-san ran towards me with tears in her eyes. Today, she was wearing jeans, which was unusual for her. She had a sleeveless brown knit top on. Perhaps because it was raining, she chose an outfit that wouldn't mind getting wet. But Seki-san, that sleeveless knit top is unfair.

And every time she ran, her ample bosom, tightly wrapped in that knit top, bounced up and down, going "byun-byun!"

"(Mugyu!) Masteerrr!! (Hishii!)"

(What the!?)

However, as she ran towards me, Seki-san suddenly hugged me. And at that moment, her generously sized twin shock absorbers deployed on the front of her chest were sandwiched between Serai-san and me, making a "poyomugyun!" sound.

Do you get it? It's a "poyomugyun!" That's the bounce of "poyo" combined with the compression of "mugyun!" Hmm, I've never witnessed such a phenomenon before!

The impact of her running should have been absorbed and softened by Serai-san's ample twin shock absorbers, but I was so overwhelmed by the impact, I almost fell from my waist.

Ugh, a lucky pervert is always welcome. However, when it comes at me from the front like this, I'm taken aback.

"Ughhh, Master! (Hishii! Mugyu~!)"

"Ah! Wait, wait a second, Serai-san!"

Lucky perverted moments are fleeting happiness moments precisely because they're lucky and perverted. If I were to give in to the desire arising from such moments, I would cross a line I shouldn't cross. After all, I have a cute girlfriend named Ruu, and I must not have lustful feelings toward her best friend.

In the nick of time, my rationality kicked in, and I managed to separate Seki-san from my body.

.....

To hear the story, we moved to a fast-food restaurant where we had previously talked. We ordered our items and sat facing each other on the empty seats on the second floor.

"Alright, can you explain to me what's going on?"

"Yeah..."

Slightly anxious, Serai-san started talking about her current situation. To summarize, she mentioned that she has been receiving an unusual amount of attention from men around her. She feels their lewd gazes constantly fixed upon her, and sometimes she even notices someone following her on her way home.

As I listened to Serai-san's story, I couldn't help but contemplate her appearance.

Seirai is a cute college student with a generous bust. However, she's not just cute. There's something about her that exudes a strong allure. 

And recently, her beauty seems to have reached new heights, making her resemble a sound effect: "mucchinpurinpurin!"

Despite not being overweight, her body has soft, well-rounded curves, and her fair skin is so smooth and supple that it looks "mucchiri." Her ample bosom and buttocks protrude attractively, and they sway captivatingly with even the slightest movement, like "purinpurin!"

Any man would inevitably turn their gaze towards such a woman. Even I, if I were to encounter someone like Seirai on the street, would involuntarily stare, trying to etch her image into my memory.

Look, even now. Two young men are sitting at a distant table, stealing glances at Serai-san and whispering to each other.

(Hmm... What's going on? I hope those guys aren't stalking Serai-san...)

It's difficult to discern whether they are simply captivated by her beauty or actively marking her as a target for stalking. Moreover, Serai-san already possessed attention-grabbing qualities, which further complicate the situation.

From what I understood, peculiar incidents were indeed happening around Seirai. Now, the question remained. How should we deal with this problem?

"Serai-san, are you certain that you're getting stalked?"

"Yes... I've noticed someone watching me and following me on my way home while I'm working..."

"I see... Has there been any direct approaches or incidents apart from being followed?"

"Well... It's not related to the person who follows me, but a few days ago, a strange customer said something like, 'Hehe, if you want it that badly, should I be the one to satisfy you?' while I was serving him. It scared me..."

Ah, the DQN (troublesome customer) Serai-san mentioned. Hmm, that's also a difficult situation. Who says something like, "Which manga villain are you?" with a straight face? The guy is messed up.

However, I understood that Serai-san was genuinely troubled by these incidents. Now, the question was how to address the problem.

"Have you considered reporting the stalking incidents to the police?"

"Yes. There's a police officer stationed near the entrance of the dungeon, so I consulted him. But he said, 'We can't handle this here. Please consult the Public Safety Division at the station.'"

"I see... Well, even if you were to visit the station and report it, they probably wouldn't take any immediate action."

"Ah... Shizu told me the same thing. She said it would be a waste of time. The police are useless in times of trouble, aren't they?"

"Buh! Serai-san, you're not supposed to say anything like that even if you're thinking it..."

"But I don't know if it's a quota or what. But I think there are other things they should be doing instead of stopping people who are just riding bicycles and questioning them about their duties or going out of their way to stop a car's violating a stop sign! (puh)"

"Ah...yes, I understand how you feel. But, you know, it's not like the officers are doing those things out of their own will... When you're working, you sometimes have to carry out tasks you don't want to do because of orders from higher-ups,"

"Well, then it's the country's fault for not handling dungeons other properly! Buh!!"

Hmm, the stress of being stalked must have caused Serai-san to become quite sharp-tongued today. Or maybe I don't understand, and it's a typical reaction during a girl's time of the month.

"Anyway, let me take you home. You usually take the train. But if you want to feel a little better, I can give you a ride on the back of my motorcycle. I have a helmet, and your outfit seems suitable."

"Umm... About that..."

When I asked her if she wanted me to take her home, Serai-san hesitated, her mouth moving as if trying to say something.

"Could you let me stay at your place tonight, as my master's house?"

"What?

Serai-san said something outrageous again.