Chapter 41: Crossdressing and Encountering Tenas Prostitutes on the Street During a Mission, But Men Won't Accept Her...
"Are we really out of options?" In the dimly lit room, Trek sat at the table, head bowed, his dry voice trembling slightly, his body shaking uncontrollably: "...Do we really have to do this?"
“You can’t escape.” Someone put their hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “You think you can escape? Let me tell you, it’s impossible. You’ll join us today, even if it means you die.”
Terry turned around and looked at Cassie, whose face was hidden in most of the darkness. Her smile made Terry feel a little creeped out.
Another hand was placed on his shoulder. Terry turned to the side and saw Dan, who was usually taciturn. In the dimly lit room, he looked like a god of death. Terry felt a sense of despair.
Who would have thought that Dan, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually join in Cassie's despicable scheme... Appearances can be deceiving. Terry declares that Dan is no longer his best brother!
"But...do I really have to join?" Terry tried to struggle a bit more, his fingertips gripping the table so tightly they turned white.
“Impossible.” Cassie ruthlessly shattered his last shred of hope: “Dan has gone along with it.”
She! She actually said she went along with it too! So you knew about it too?!
Terrick flipped the table and stood up, intending to escape towards the door.
Cassie didn't take his attempt to escape seriously at all. With a sweeping kick, Terrick fell face-first to the ground, looking like he died a very unsettling death.
Dan diligently pressed down on his back, but he couldn't completely control Terry's movements.
Cassie pressed a switch, and the lights in the room snapped on, revealing a disheveled and frantic Terrick on the floor.
"Me!" Terrence cried out in anguish, "I don't want to be a streetwalker dressed as a woman—!!"
“That’s a task, not a real standing position.” Cassie sighed and rubbed his forehead. “How many times have I reminded you? We agreed to take turns. This time it’s my turn, but you guys better blend in a bit, it’s easier to catch them around here.”
"You've dressed as a woman before too," Dan said, intending to offer some advice: "Who here hasn't dressed as a woman or a man before?"
"Is that the same thing? This is selling my looks!" Trek howled, his voice revealing his despair. "Why is it that you, Dan, get the innocent cross-dressing role, while I get the depraved role of a man with a woman's heart?"
"You had bad luck, is it my fault?" Dan remained unmoved: "I'm not going to switch with you."
He was met with another round of noise.
Ethan, who was in the corner, was holding several pieces of clothing and helping Mary choose. He was at a loss for what to do and felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't even look at what was happening over there.
It has been about a year since their team was formed, and a long time has passed since that painful year when he had to do mage quests in the first half of the night and then fight monsters in the second half.
A year of experience has allowed Ethan to grow significantly, all through a wealth of missions.
My social anxiety has lessened. Although I'm still a bit shy and prone to stumbling around, it's not to the point where I can't even speak properly like before.
However, it was the magicians who made him less socially awkward. His guardian colleagues seemed to have a bad impression of him because of some misunderstandings he had in the past, and no one would take the initiative to talk to him. He was happy with this, as he had already used up his social energy with his magician colleagues.
When he gets busy with work, he forgets everything. At his busiest, Ethan was doing three jobs at the same time.
When he gets busy with work, it really kills him. Forget about working from the moment he opens his eyes; he doesn't even have occasional sleep time! He hasn't stopped working at all.
I remember when I had just taken over Starfall City, Ethan was driven crazy by work. He caught a criminal about to commit a crime, took out one of his official duties, and said, "Let me test you."
Of course, he didn't ask anything really important, let alone Ethan's ramblings, which were somewhat incoherent. During his busiest year, he even considered burning himself alive with that mountain of official documents.
Ethan couldn't recall how he got through that period. His mind seemed to automatically block out that painful memory, just like he used to block out the times his biological father beat him. It was probably better to forget; he didn't want to think about it at all.
During his most desperate moment, Ethan did nothing but stare at Selene all night until she went to work and then went home.
In that instant, he also felt an impulse to get to know his mother again as a stranger, but the reason he had erased her memory was to prevent anyone from discovering their connection; they couldn't meet.
Then, during a later mission, Ethan suddenly felt like crying, and he did.
At that moment, not only Mary and the others, but even the criminals who were being beaten froze, raising their hands and mumbling, "I didn't do anything, it's not my fault."
Finally, when Mary, with her strong interpersonal skills, and Dan, who was the best listener of complaints, were sent in, they realized that the child had simply gone crazy from working.
But I've calmed down now. Thinking about it now, it's still embarrassing. My emotions have stabilized a lot, and my personality has become more composed. I'm not as impulsive as I was at the beginning.
This mission was again for those hard-to-find criminals they liked to take on. They didn't know what methods they used, but they could only deduce that the criminals had infiltrated Starfall City, and they couldn't find any clues about their exact location.
However, intelligence indicated that this person was lecherous and had a history of frequenting red-light districts. They searched for many days, but even Ethan, the guardian of Starfall City, could not find any trace of him. They had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.
Mary certainly didn't need to participate. It wasn't discrimination, but Mary was older than everyone present—at least twice the combined age of the other members. It wasn't right to have an elder do this kind of thing.
This time it was Cassie's turn, but since it was in Starfall City, a notoriously chaotic city, she wanted to be cautious and had the other three men dress as women and stand with her.
Objectively speaking, Ethan supports caution. In Starfall City, Ethan couldn't say he was very familiar with the place, but he still felt a little awkward about cross-dressing on the street.
It's not about discriminating against this profession. No job is lowly when it comes to making a living. In this city, working honestly is what earns the least.
It's not as lucrative as robbing and then selling things prohibited in other cities. Street prostitution is also okay, as long as he doesn't find out you're reselling things that are explicitly prohibited by his laws.
In the end, Terry was persuaded, but whether a little force should be used was unclear to Ethan, who was already being made up by Mary at that time.
The evening wind was still a bit chilly, and Ethan rubbed his exposed arms uncomfortably, managing only a forced smile.
Opposite him, Cassie, wearing a wavy wig and heavy makeup, looked left and right, as if searching for her target for the night.
A little further away from Cassie on the opposite side, Dan also wore a wig, but his demeanor was somewhat different from what was here. His cold and aloof air made him seem like an ordinary woman who had accidentally wandered into this place. However, he had actually been standing there for half an hour, dealing with people who were clearly not the target of the mission but wanted to buy things.
Ethan glanced to his left. The orange-haired beauty was leaning against the railing, her slender fingers, painted with black nail polish, held a lit cigarette between them. Her gaze into the distance held an unyielding melancholy.
Women who are forced into this line of work because of their scumbag boyfriends or because they can't support their children often suffer greatly and have unbearable sorrows. They fantasize that one day someone will save them from their misery, but what awaits them is pain that no one cares about; everyone only cares about their physical well-being.
Actually, that was Terrick. Terrick really didn't want to do this, he was just being himself.
Ethan then looked to his right at a shop that was still open 100 meters away, where Mary was sitting, so she could get to the scene quickly if anything happened.
Ethan? He had light makeup on, was wearing a somewhat revealing outfit, but not as overtly revealing as the others, and wasn't wearing a wig.
The script Cassie gave was that of an innocent high school girl or a middle school girl who was maliciously tricked into coming here and whose life was ruined without her even realizing it.
Even though Ethan isn't as socially awkward anymore, he still doesn't feel comfortable.
Standing there with his real face on, dressed in women's clothing, Ethan didn't dare to look up when passersby glanced at him or whistled a flirtatious whistle. His face seemed to be getting hot.
This is the first time I've had such a novel experience, and I hope there won't be a second time. And this script... I really didn't expect Cassie's script to be so wicked.
Honestly, he would rather go back to work. Even Lord Starfall said that after adapting to this intensity, he was still able to find time to complete magician missions, and the number of times he returned to the alternate dimension was extremely small.
I really hope everyone loses their memory after the mission is complete. It's so embarrassing, this embarrassing past. It seems only Cassie is involved. Ethan isn't so sure about Dan. He's usually indifferent and submissive; I've never seen him get angry.
He has a really good temper. Even though Trek had previously set a challenge to figure out how to make Dan angry, he still failed completely after a month.
Help! It was only during the early days of his career that he realized how obvious the attention he received, making him both nervous and uncomfortable, and he even had a restless urge to run away like he used to.
"How much?" someone asked Ethan.
Ethan, barely audible, replied: "$500."
The man cursed, "Too expensive! For that price, I could have a threesome!"
Ethan was still the same timid and hesitant man who avoided eye contact, but he was aware that this wasn't his target this time: "This price is fine."
It's really uncomfortable physically. If he wants to regulate this place later, will he have to chop off a lot of people's heads again? What kind of new regulations will he have to introduce? In short, this place can't be completely abolished.
Ethan appears timid, but he is internally conflicted.
The man cursed again and left.
Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that his relief was premature. Another pair of shoes appeared in his line of sight. Ethan looked up from the shoes and was surprised to see the Guardian Tenas.
It was a bolt from the blue! A complete shock!
Ethan thought he had heard a lot of what they said about the higher-ups, and he should have some idea of what was going on. They weren't entirely benevolent. Even he himself had pushed for so many death sentences. No matter how good their character was, they weren't as good as saints.
But he really didn't expect that the kind-hearted Turnas would be this kind of person; he had misjudged him.
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Author's Note: Ethan has grown up, but isn't particularly mature, though his ideas are starting to become a bit dangerous.
Ethan: No men, no women, no living, no dead, no non-humans, no inanimate objects. If you're just standing in the way, move aside a little and I'll give you 500. [Sunglasses]
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